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.
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