I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Have I become a god?
I have been called much worse.
Secretly that title makes me feel comfortable.
In my place. It’s been a while.
This god-like complex does bring me a smile.
Between the Buried and Me // House of Blues, Boston MA