the hero in my dreams has become the villain in my nightmares.
my life is hysterical. i need to be more careful what i wish for. my nonexistant social life came into existance in a crazy wave. and my romanticless life has been flooded with numbers i didnt even ask for. it seems like every time i complain about not having enough of something, the universe gives me too much of it. maybe the world is just trying to remind me of how much i actually like the quiet.