I like to think a lot. In my mind, I see pictures, movies and sounds. Some are sad, some are happy, some are normal and some have no feeling. And once in a while you imagine something so perfect that you try to chase it, and try to find it in the void of real life. But like most things it can never be, and you’re stuck there playing that perfect movie, with that perfect person in the most perfect place, doing the most perfect of things.
So my girlfriends dad is a priest, I sent her a paragraph while she was sleeping so she woke up to something cute but her dad ended up reading it and he's making her break up with me.. it's my fault she's in trouble and I don't know what to do.