ugh, my love for Beat the Devil’s Tattoo is actually making me feel physically sick.
I WANT TO BE OVER THIS BAND, ALREADY!!!
I am so sick and tired of having my every thought ruled by three guys and girl who just manipulate fucking sounds into something pleasing.
It has literally ruined my life.
The moon looks strange right now. Or maybe I am looking at it strange.
Dreams can be life-ruining; subconscious claiming to know what I want.
Why can’t I rationalise my way out of longing for unattainable things?
I can’t remember when I last slept.