/rant.

I miss the simple things.
I miss Melbourne.
I miss getting excited for comics.
I hate that the closest frieds I have are scattered so far apart.


It's all the same.

and the song is the shape of a strange balloon.

you twisted your ankle,
I carried you.
you got a divorce,
so I married you.
you fell off a cliff,
so I buried you.
wish there were more bad times to see you through.

I can dream the rest away