The Beautiful Letdown

Well. I guess this time I'm not putting out fires, but starting and playing with them.

Twenty-eight years. Twenty-eight frakking years of telling me that when this day came... well, that it was pointless for this day to come, because really. Easy test. Like, seriously, how obvious can something be?
Well. The day has come, and boy is it obvious. Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, for all the right reasons.
And somehow, I can't seem to tear myself away.
I've long suspected that I have a problem with addiction. Addiction to what? Well, that's what I didn't know. And I'm not sure I finally do, now, but one thing is certain. There is beauty in the breakdown, and there is something mesmerizing about reckless abandonment in adoration.

Maybe I am addicted to this pain, somebody else's, that fills the void. Maybe I'm addicted to trainwrecks.

My superman complex and I are in deep need of therapy.

This is going to be a really, really long semester. And I can only hope my soul with get through it in one piece.

If you let me have my way / I swear I'll tear you apart