be human

The music and laughter eat away at your thoughts. The noise blots them out. All the sound distracts. Your head aches from the glue. Anymore, no one’s mind is their own. You can’t concentrate. You can’t think. There’s always some noise worming in. Singers shouting. Dead people laughing. Actors crying. All these little doses of emotion. Someone’s always spraying the air with their mood. Their car stereo, broadcasting their grief or joy or anger all over the neighborhood- CP




  • Girl at the rock show: what
  • Mark Hoppus: i don't know