one arm holds the boy up so he won't fall,
the other holds the boy close so he won't doubt.

so many thoughts and feelings.

broken.

happy birthday.

love seeketh not itself to please
nor for itself hath any care
but for another gives its ease
and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair

i can't really tell anything anymore.
things that i thought i knew, things that i thought were easy, the things that i thought i was... are not.
this is good and bad.

superficiality is easy. surface relationships.

actually, i do not need this right now.
i need to study.
i have time to do this once that please-insert-your-own-expletive exam is over.

happy when it's simple. happy when it's simple.
and i want to kick myself for being so stupid.

sense is not manifesting itself.
revelation: toby mac is strangely soothing when frazzled. strangely so.