Listening to: Karma Police
radiohead

I've never had a month with more highs and lows than this february.

Ecstacy and contentment, not always mutually exclusive. Goosebumps ( black knights=instant pant cream). Anticipation, and enthusiasm, all conspired to make me more foolishly open to everything than i have ever been. Granted, my routines of late have been less than healthy, but i was enjoying being free, relishing how i felt, which was- alive, and terribly happy and loved.

Feeling intensely alive demands you feel every single, fuckin little thing.

How could you do it? You asked me to trust you, and i did, i did, but you became a beast in that moment.