Right now I'm really pissed. I have decided that my conception of people is amassed into two principles. 1. Everybody is only something if they are that something completely. 2. Everyone that lives by the first principle is completely and utterly an idiot. Now that I've gone over the basic logistics of my reasoning we can move on to more interesting nonsensical boughs that overextend themselves into my thoughts daily and leave traces of scratches and dirt, only to be laughed at based on their excretions.
I am easily angered, though it rarely permeates through my constant almost abrasive fear of societies standards and proper etiquette and blah blah blah. Right now all of my bound, beaten, stuffed emotions are at the mercy of a thin, stretched membrane close to tearing and emitting a vaporous stench of qualms and ash coated plights. Gasp. Sometimes I stagger for breath in situations like these, but at the same time experiencing the feeling of intense displeasure so that I can relive it time and time again. Why do I elongate my disheartened emotions dry? To thrive in the person that is me; to live a passion so discretely obtained mostly by sadistic pessimistic theorists living in an abyss of idealistic contradictions.

Monday, May 26th

Today life was pretty easy, almost too easy... I have decided to put my itunes on shuffle and tell you guys the most profound lyrics i can find in the next song and analyze them!. Ok ready??? Here we go.... Well okay, as soon as I can find a song I like. Sorry I cheated, Okay now go:
1. Avenged Sevenfold- Afterlife
Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen
so unsure but it seems, ’cause we’ve been waiting for you
Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste
of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway
Okay, so basically this song is based on the surreal reality the writer endows. He believes everyone sees differently in their realities (...walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen). The writer believes that his surreal reality is in fact to unreal to substantiate his consciousness (so unsure but it seems, 'cause we've been waiting for you). He resounds the stance that no one understands what it is like in his "afterlife" (.. just giving you a small taste of your afterlife here so stay), and he feels trapped inside his reality he has created (Fallen into this place). The writer thinks that everyone, or at least the person he is writing about, will eventually end up at the same concluding and fortuitous life (... you'll be back here soon anyways).

What is lost to us haunts the oblivion of our minds into a daunting eternity. it escapades our souls, our makeshift realities; internally; externally. But all the same understanding of what we cannot make reason. Thusly dubbing abstract explanations the only sensible bough. I think of this to you, my future love I know not of:

I would kiss you back,

and hold your face in my hands,

run my fingers through your hair,

and hug you for an eternity.