Been getting more into Porter Robinson lately and damn, listening to many songs from him for hours makes me feel all fuzzy, like I am a little calm and satisfied for once. Even if this feeling might be gone tomorrow again (and I will miss it a lot), I just enjoy it to the fullest in my little ugly room in my little ugly life here right now, then because even though everything is crap, I can still feel this unreasonable happiness sometimes and this alone is enough for a while.

I wish I could be with my OCs, together in their world. Reality is lame.