everything takes getting used to, and i suppose i could put up with this incessant waiting if it means i get to feel the way i do at the end of it all. i fear the consequences of this unfathomable neurosis, yet it numbs the senses at times of complete helplessness.
fer some reason, it feels as though a sense of calm has been restored, like the sort that settles in after the most destructive of storms. for once, i'm loving things as they are. to hell with the miscellaneous, the irrelevent, the inconsequential, and everything in between.
if i could be your first real heartache, i'd do it all over again. if you could be my punk rock princess, i would be your heroin(e).