maybe i'm in love with nick drake because he'll stay up late with me even after everyone else goes.
i've been in a bit of a melancholy state lately, but candy-coated with that feeling of being with people. school does that to me. i'm so...so whatever it is, but then i'm in a crowd of people and although the melancholy doesn't go away, it is covered up quite nicely.
i'm going to hate myself tomorrow morning.
writing music is oh so difficult, but i'm trying. and making progress, amazingly. nothing spectacular. nothing good. but it's music that i've written, lyrics that i've written, and that's a good feeling.
the neighbors are yelling. i can't wait to get out of here. my family, my neighbors. i'm done with this.
and yet i don't want to leave. just for the sake of habit, for the fact that i finally got comfortable in a house.
eh, fuck this.
what the hell am i going to do -
and i'll leave it at that.
(lifting the mask from a local clown, feeling down like him
seeing the line in a station bar, travelling far in sin
sailing downstairs to the northern line, watching the shine of the shoes
hearing the trials of the people there, who's to care if they lose?
take a look you may see me on the ground
for i am the parasite of this town)