Dearly beloved, are you listening?

Oooooh dear. Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear. Something scarily resembling real feelings might have begun on Thursday.



I think I'm in love with the guy in that Green Day video. Jesus of Suburbia. I love how miserable he is in the pursuit of love, and how, even though he's watching himself fall apart, he still helps those around him (drunk girl in the parking lot...never even said thank you).
It's sad that his grafiti words are so easily covered up; that his mark on the world was so easily forgotten.
It's sad that I'm overanalyzing a punk rock video in the desperate attempt to distract myself from school, work, family, writing the future and love....and then the phone rang....