I've been listening to some terrible music lately. Music that gets stuck in your head. Music that reminds you of things you've done before, and things that never even happened, but you sure wish did. Music that finds your heart and says, "Hey, can I get a better look at that?" Then hollows it out with it's teeth and takes a nap inside. Some really, honestly shitty stuff.

What's more, is that it sticks around even though it's unwanted! When I listened to Death Cab For Cutie earlier today, I did not invite Ben Gibbard to sing "this is when I forget to breath, and all the things I scripted, they sound unfounded" over and over in my head for seven hours. I don't ever remember telling the guys from Electric President that we connected so well they were allowed to have a sleepover in my chest for a week, although I didn't actually tell them they couldn't, not that the jerks asked.

Anyway, with all this crappy music ruining my life lately, I've realized that no matter what you do, love still sucks. There are some things you don't forget, and there are some things you'll never get away from, no matter how much you grow, and putting my head in my hand as I heard "Insomnia" brainrepeat for the umpteenth time in 12 hours, I laughed at myself for ever thinking I was over a girl.