Cyanide and Happiness

Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination

Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the âm nhạc of the night

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life bạn knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And bạn live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, âm nhạc shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you...

Do bạn ever wonder what's going on inside other people's heads?
I do.
A lot.
I wonder what people think of me. Every một giây of my life.
But for some reason, I'm pretty sure it's just a passive acknowledgment of my existence.

They must think to themselves "Really, what does a straight A honors student with a 4.14 Grade Point average and the President of a school club have to hide?"
You'd be surprised.

Life as I had known it before ended in 5th grade. Before the day, December 17th, I had been at peace with my carefully organized world. Of course, I wasn't really sure why it had to be as organized...