Will I ever meet that one girl that will ride with me to the ends of the earth? Will I ever stop looking for happiness in other people instead of finding it in myself? Will I ever stop being such a pussy and writing about this shit in some stupid blog? I don’t know, I don’t really care either… It’s been my wish for as long as I can remember, and I never seem to get it right. Fuck anxiety, here’s to living with your head in the clouds.
…and when will I start coming up with my own shit so I don’t have to use other people’s songs to describe how I’m feeling? Damn, I’m lame.