But you know better than anyone how the Internet sees everything and nothing, all at the same time.
Tonight the Internet seemed filled with versions of me, like a fun house filled with mirrors. Some of them made me look prettier, and some of them made me look uglier, and some of them chopped me right in half, but none of them were right.
I had never killed myself before, so I had no idea what would I want to listen to when it was too late for me to skip to the next song. Like, maybe when you're dying, you actually want to hear something really upbeat.
That's the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what's going on.
I know the Smiths," I snapped, because lord knows you can launch any kind of criticism at me, lord knows I've heard it all before, but don't you dare doubt my musical knowledge. There's not much I can do right, just this one thing, but you cannot tak...
I believe that a person's taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.
I liked projects where I could take things apart and figure out exactly how they worked. The problem is, you can't do that with people.
Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.
This wasn't how I imagined things going. But imagination is so often no match for the absurdity, the randomness, the tragedy of reality.
I think love without heartbreak is a myth. A pretty myth, but the kind of myth that ultimately makes us feel worse about ourselves because we're somehow not able to make it come true.
