Best breakast ever created.

Love, love will tear us apart again.

Suicide Girls.

I'm a war of head versus heart and it's always this way.

I really feel like giving up.

You shake your ass but you're already dead. No one cares.

Where is my mind?

I'm laying here in this strange place and my body aches and my mind feels numb simultaneously. The television is playing in the background and it is noise but i can't make sense of the words.
I suppose it's just the same. Those words don't matter; they're just fodder, entertainment manufactured to be a distraction.
I want to read, it's one of my great comforts but it makes me feel too much and i can't bring myself to inflict any sort of feeling.
I can't handle them. Everything hurts me.
Mundane everyday silly things dominate my mind and crush my spirit.
I've been trying to overcome this part of me.

This song haunts me just as much as the day we heard it after he died.

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see. The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.

I'm off to Melbourne tomorrow morning. I am beyond excited. The street art is unbelievable. I plan on taking as many photos as humanely possible.