magic soaking my spine.

Sometimes I hate myself when I have too good of a memory.
I always seem to remember events that have happened long ago.
And nobody else does.
It makes me sad.
All I want to do right now is bury my head in Jonathan Safran Foer's 'Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close'
Every time I read that book, I don't feel as alone.
Everyone who reads my blog must think I am an emo...or depressed a lot.
Not emo nor depressed..just sad.
i remember posting this . oh how i wish i could rewind time. i would've done what i did differently...instead of just sitting there.
fire fire fire
burn.