I love Metric. Metric is amazing. Twilight Galaxy = my mantra, the name of this humble blog.
Did they tell you, you should grow up
When you wanted to dream?
Did they warn you, better shape up
If you want to succeed?
I don't know about you, who are they talking to?
They're not talking to me
I'm higher than high
Lower than deep
I'm doing it wrong
Singin' along
Did I ask for attention
When affection is what I need?
Thinking sorrow is perfection
I would wallow till you told me
There's no glitter in the gutter
There's no twilight galaxy
Go higher than high
Go lower than deep
Keep doing it wrong
Keep singin' along
I'm alright, c'mon, baby
I've seen all the demons that you've got
If you're not alright now, c'mon, baby
I'll pick you up and take, take you where you want
Anywhere you want
Anywhere you want
Anywhere you want
Anything you want
I'm higher than high
Lower than deep
I'm doing it wrong
Singin' along
I don't know what to say. I have made a pact with myself to not talk about a certain person. And I think it is largely because of this song. There is no appeal in being unhappy. No appeal in making choices that enable unhappiness. The people that I attract to myself when I am unhappy are dangerous people for me to be around, and really, I don't have time for that.
1. School starts tomorrow. Feeling very ambiguous about it.
2. I have a large list of things I would love to get done before school starts.
3. I am still not below 200 pounds, but I am confident that now I am home from my three-week traveling stint, I should be able to level out and continue losing weight.
4. I feel prepared to focus on my goals and not on feelings that deliver no utility.
That's all.
