god bless the sad and selfish

i think i have a cold. my head’s all stuffed up with a swarm of bees. i’ve been reading that book about how emo music blew up from the scene in the late 90s. i wish i were in the right place at the right time and the right age to get to witness that. it’s weird feeling so nostalgic for something you never experienced but have had a deep love for and obsession with since your formative years. i feel like a pastiche of a person. i became such a strange shape from trying to fit in. take this to your grave, i’ll take it to mine. 

or something like that.