northern something.

I can't have fun anymore without creating some deep tragedy towards the end, but the tragedy isn't the fun part. I'm just way too serious and get way too caught up in everything I do. I suppose it's something I should have gotten used to by now.

The times only get tougher when there's a void to fill.
As hard as I try, sometimes the pieces just don't fit.
And that's something I'll have to come to terms with.
So maybe tonight I'll just stay up all night listening to Tortoise and drinking pale ales, remembering how funny it is that a year ago a cigarette would calm me down, and now I don't know what ever will...