What are the odds that you two would find eachother?

What are the odds that you two would have inspired something insane in my head?

What are the odds that i'd find my heart thumping a thousand beats a minute, filling my veins with terrified adrenaline today?

What are the completely obscure odds that you two would find eachother!?

It's a quiet and quaint Thursday afternoon and there's napalm brewing in the pit of my stomach. I had been doing so well, too... hadn't i? My fingers are almost shaking to a point uselessness on this keyboard. Thank you Fall of Troy. Thank you Zach and Tom. I've got my Rage. I've got my cool. Somehow i'm not okay yet. Maybe i'll go outside. Maybe i'll live my life.

It's good to know you've been conspiring against me this entire time. This explains a lot of nothing.

Slit & Stitch.