I wonder if there's some kind of element present in the universe, which reacts violently when other elements are being poured into it, but yet the other element comes out unharmed or not different at all.
Oh wait, that's a catalyst. Right. Chemical knowledge, you never fail me.
Never.
I am really unhappy about having so many catalysts. At least I think there are many.
There have been two to three songs that have been ghosting around my heart, the most recent being about Bleeding out for someone. Welcome to indie, people. No wonder I am fucked up.
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And I am utterly tired of watching the backsides of people's heads, because while I am trying to heal, they keep moving on with life and I have nothing else left than to watch them with envy, sending scalding glares towards their backs.
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Yesterday I once again realized that I was broken. Even before my Catalyst appeared.
Then again, also realized that doing stuff considered as mad brings a smile to my lips, because I love to see the disbelieving looks on their faces, the mad grin that raises to my lips and the happiness in me, caused by the whole absurdity of it all.
And that, I believe, is a good thing.
Smell ya later(as my rival would say),
H.
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