The worst thing about travelling by airplane

is having a crying baby onboard.

If I was an air stewardess, I would develop pedophobia.

A few days ago,

I was reminded again why I detest living with a roomie.

We will have silent, internal conflicts

about…

the room temperature.

“ Via 4029tv.com: SPRINGDALE, Ark. — Micayla Patterson, 17, was killed when the truck she was riding in was hit near downtown Tulsa. Patterson was returning home after a John Mayer concert.”

The first thought that came to my mind when I read this on John Mayer’s tumblr was,

“At least, she got to see John Mayer live before she died.”

I don’t know whether that’s a sign of optimism or

I’m just being contemptuous.

Seriously, how did I turn out this way?

I hate how a lover can change your mood so swiftly.

That shouldn’t be the case.

I shall not be moved by you.

(12 hours ago)

You, you hold my heart.

You, you won’t let up!

What you want
You are
You always were
What you want
You are
You always were
When the plans fall
Changing hands
What are the chances
Of winning?

You, you hold my heart
You, you won’t let up
After when I’m called
Touch turns into fisticuffs
It’s all in your head
Wonder if I’m fixed to cut

For its statistics
In the collected whole
We are the hunger
That keeps you climbing walls
It’s the one thing you can count on
We all end floating away
We all end floating away

You, you hold my heart
You, you won’t let up
After when I’m called
Touch turns into fisticuffs
It’s all in your head
Wonder if I’m fixed to cut

Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?
Is it your fault?

You
You’re sinking, so they say
You
You’re finished, so they say
You
You’re buried, so they say
You
I care when caring fades

The day is drawing nearer

and you keep getting more irritated with me

easier,

quicker.

I just hope the reason why you’re more snappy is because

I’m leaving.

I am going to miss you.

I already do.