The bus ride home is morbid. I placed my headphones over my ears and blasted Be Concerned and Lovely a few million times. Why do these lyrics mean so much to me? No one understands what I've been through or what I'm going through. Sometimes I wonder why this Era of my life turned out the way it did.
You know those moments when you just star at something so long , that it blurs the image in your eyes, until you have to blink to look away from the light pigments of color blotched across your eyes. Or the moments you're exhausted to the point that you rub your eyes until you see stars?
That's my constant emotion. I'm never happy, nor sad. And I could never even tell what the mood is that I'm feeling.
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The return of Blurryface
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