You think you're such a man? Act like one.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
He always knows when something's up. He can read me like a book. I guess I'm still transparent. Maybe even predictable. It feels heavy to me, that he knows me so well. It feels too infinite, too close. Lately I just want to be alone. I want to write my music, I want to sing. Mostly I want to be relieved of all the expectations. I'm tired of having a curfew. Imagine that.