listening to: Tiny Vessels by Death Cab
Another late night. There have been too many recently.
University has been a mad rush. Today I sit here and wonder how things have changed since I entered school. New places, new people, yet its the same old same old. The same four walls in a different shade of light. It's just too hard to get excited and energised by life when it's on a continuous loop.
Familiarity breeds contempt, I suppose.
'Welcome stranger, there's no danger, welcome to this humble neighbourhood.'
I panic at the quiet times
Decisions at the door
I panic at the quiet times
My fate leaves me to much more
- The Door, Turin Brakes
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