A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere
Sunday, 11 of November , 2007 @ 11:39 am
In the words of my favorite band, Death Cab for Cutie, I shouldn’t think what I’m feeling. But I can’t help myself! This is me desperate for a distraction. I’m so tired of thinking about the same damn thing over and over again. The last sem really did a number on me, huh? It stuck around through sem break, and I still can’t seem to shake it off even now that the new sem is here. I feel so drained. Crying and alcohol don’t help anymore, whether by themselves or combined. And neither does snuggling under my sheets and listening to Death Cab all night. Because I feel like Ben Gibbard is singing my exact thoughts in prolific prose. I can’t stand it.
Emo at it’s finest. Shoot me down, someone. Or give me back the old me.
Category: Music, Word Vomit
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Marielle is a 20-year-old Psychology student at the 
