Your life script = your eulogy if either is written well enough.

Sometimes I like to listen to old music and pretend I am in a Quentin Tarentino film when all I am doing is going to the store.
Everyone around me is just an extra on-set.

Sidenote: Weird how to someone else its me that is the extra.

Music I hear is always the soundtrack, its been that way for years.
I kind of hate when something happens and there is no music.
Lifes a little better when its a little more (un)real.
I just like to pretend I am someone else.
Not in the pretend way, in the way that can be real if I try.

Sucks when you realize how people really are-
Youve only ever "had my back" for a place to store your knife.
Its always exciting to watch the hero turn out to secretly be a villian until it happens to you.

I wrote a story that was only two pages long the other day.

Sidenote: Have you ever wanted to punch someone for being happy when you aren't?
That must be how you feel when you see I'm doing fine on my own.

I think of life in two dimension.
In text and type.
In ink and paper.
Maybe that's been always my problem.

And I just want to close every door behind me so I cant find my way back.
I kind of hate when you try to follow me anyway.
You shouldn't need a sign on the door to take a hint and turn around.
"You can go your own way.. go your own way."

Somewhere in the world new hope is being born every second of the day out of ashes from someone getting burned.
Born under the skin you crawl beneath.
It was an abusive sort of situation I just had to get out of-
Like kind of sad how even when she says "I love you" its another form of abuse.
Another form of control.
And this is what happens when you finally break it....