kkbccb fucking ie. stop fucking hanging.

3 is a terrible number. i like looking for patterns remember? and i conclude tt 3 is the harbinger of unpleasantness in my life.

i misplaced my hp today (and as of now, it's still missing. i refuse to say "lost"). i also absentmindedly left the hsekeys hanging on the front gate when i left this morning. the parents came home to find it there (thankfully) and no doubt they were pissed. but i guess i should stop being so merepek. things always turn out not so bad for me. i could well be lying in a ditch somewhere on no man's land, with a gaping hole in my neck.

the past couple of days ive been getting flashbacks. mostly of dreams tt i've had before. and suddenly the places i see in the dreams seem more familiar than before. i often wonder if shit like tt happens to everyone else. ok, maybe not everyone, but most pple? some pple? anyone?

:: Someday You Will Be Loved - deathcab for cutie

wat a bastardly song. wat a beautiful, bastardly song. well.. can't be beautiful if it doesn't hurt enough, right? some days i wish i wasn't so perverse.