fly the ocean in a silver plane
see the jungle when it's wet with rain
just remember till you're home again -
you belong to me

It hurts. More than I could ever imagine.

When I called and you didn't answer. right then and there, I knew things aren't the same anymore.

i'm getting this feeling that i'm not doing my part. i'm getting this feeling that it's all broken apart. i'm getting this old feeling that i'm numb near the heart. i'm getting this feeling of breakin' down.

with all the stress, with all i'm dealing with, with all i'm not dealing with, with all i thought i can deal with. with everything.

just this morning, it felt like i'm cold as ice while my head is floating away with all the alcohol i've injected to my system. junk, clearly, i was out cold.

my thursday's usually aint like this, what's up with me. it feels like i'm having a bomb ready to explode right in front of me and i wont make an effort diffusing it even if i can. i'd let it explode up my face and just be happy i got it over with. i'm losing my mind.