i don't even have any reason to be shackled to sanity anymore.
my dreams, in fact, lead me away.
i'm talking to her online.
i look at pictures of her.
i think about her.
i dream about her.
it's like, if i can't have what i want in this reality, i'll just make another where i can.
scary.
i only think about revenge and songwriting.
i sleep too much.
i'm dangerously close to everything.