classic story : you hate this thing,you can’t ignore it, because you love it, therefore you want to un-love it, so you will ignore it, and letting go of all your thoughts about it.
The problem is : you can’t un-love it
now that i’m already own these things, it’s so hard to let go of all these. Sometime i just wanna be somewhere distant, like Fingall, or somewhere imaginary.
Shelves of Smithereens 