Do you ever feel like your brain is really limited – like, with every song you learn, every book you read, you take up more space that you will never get back? It’s like you wish you could freeze time, re-position everything and everyone into the perfect scene, and come back, because you never want to fill you brain up with mediocre memories and shitty song lyrics?

I feel like every class I take, every test I cram for, and every presentation I memorize is permanent. Pain dulls, taste dilutes, smoke clears, and death is forgotten, but memories – attachments to points in time – are constant.

It’s like I only want to live the best life with the best people. I want a perfect head with a perfect face, hair, smile, thought. I want to look effortless, yet desirable. Carefree. But there are so many cares inside my head. There are so many worries and nightmares. I look drained. And as the clock ticks, my head fills up with more nonsensicle worlds.

I am being filled to the brim with hurt and it is highly expected that I shall be thrilled about it.