The Bluest of Blue Grays, Sometimes I wonder if my entire life is going to be a series of mistakes. One after another, and I don’t see any of them coming until they fly over my head. I feel like everyone else has a built-in sensor to know when they’re on the verge of fucking it all up and I just have to find out what happens when I fuck it up because I don’t have that mechanism. Promise me you’ll stop me before I fuck everything up. You’re my only hope. Love eternal,
