i yawn at everything you tell me i'm supposed to achieve at, simply because i am an under-achiever.
maybe i have been, and it hasn't been the most fantastic of character traits. i am dutifully concerned though, because i have no idea just what i'm gonna make of this life. and yes, the burns have gone into my brain and it turns me a little inside out.
the jaws of life, rather scary thing despite being a beautiful wintersleep song. i guess i'm just afraid i won't make good. and maybe i have commitment problems.