and it's not even halloween

I'm seeing ghosts all over the place lately, in music (ghost parties, and a whole album dedicated to them I can't wait for coming out next week), books, art, stupid movies, even the mail.
I've thought very little of my own lately, but I'm concerned about ghosts of the future.
I can't handle any more romantic regrets. Not right now. I'm so afraid of fucking things up. I've been so depressed lately, I haven't exactly been my fun, carefree, charming self. I'm very lucky to have my guy hanging in with no complaints. He's still alive and kicking.

he's alive

he's not profound. he doesnt have a way with words.