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Oh, oh, oh, I'm not the type to forget about nights like this when every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points...

If I die in my sleep, will you still be everything you promised to be?

Here I am again, building cardboard castles in the sky...

Haha. Made me chuckle, having my hand squeezed during a certain line. Because all the best people are ;-) And so I'm getting lost in my lyrics, falling into my own head, letting everything bubble up and over and then settle back down. Like boiling water and sweet soft breath.

And as Three Days Grace plays, I can only keep thinking of what I agree and disagree with. I don't want to go home. But at the same time, I want some place to go where I don't feel like I'm burdening anyone. Which means that I don't really have a home, now do I? Home is where the heart is.

Where is your heart, kuz I dont really feel you. Yea where is your heart, what I really want is to believe you...

This house is not a home. But neither is this room, or her house, or that house, or that other room. There's no place for me to turn to where I can breath in and out and just let everything drop to the ground. I'm here juggling everything and praying to a god I don't believe in that nothing trips me up.

And in my head there's a silver screen where everything's playing out, and I feel like I'm stepping out of myself sometimes and watching someone else's life, because mine's too perfect to be true. Or is it too messed up? Always the contradiction, never the right answer.

Ten minutes until my last class before spring break. But I still don't wanna leave...