Currently listening to: Tori Amos "Scarlet's Walk"

trying to explain what i've felt like these past few months would be like trying to pick a specific sentence out of a giant novel. everything inside is a hopeless chaotic mess. i wonder if there's anything in there? it's like chasing leaves in the wind. i'll run and reach and grab, but all is futile until the storm is over.

my life, if viewed with a sufficient amount of detatchment, is pretty humorous