but

sometimes
the smallest of things

so good

together instead of alone

learning a new way to make eggs
(though i still like my way better)

you're not

happy, you're just playing their game
and your desperation starts to show through

wow

found out it's not a car-crash after all
not yet, anyway.

p.s.

"And how a careful man tries to dodge the bullets
While a happy man takes a walk"

torturous

love

i think i'm in love. and it's more a tragedy than anything else. or a car crash. but isn't it always?

why do i always have to
realize the most important things
when i've managed to fuck it all up and
it's probably too late
to do anything?