I’m alone.
Wow.
To conclude my theories on life, my summation of the necessary ideas are such as a famous magician once mentioned regarding the essence of life and making a poignant discovery that shit happens.
I love wallpaper, bohemian, gypsy tents and wagons, playing the piano, swearing when I'm angry, sleeping, spinning in circles and singing on the beach. The Notebook, Wayne's World, Skins, inside jokes, coffee, photography, my Tumblr, singing, 4 o'clock phone calls, sleeping in forever, having a clean room, jumping around, A Day to Remember, watching sunsets, talking about sunsets, walking, Regina Spektor, Alexisonfire, other silly things that no one cares about.
