It all sort of looks familiar, until you get up close and it's different. clearly

There's something to be said about blogging at a party, or losing your words, or forgetting your feelings. The way the night air seems a few degrees colder when your standing by yourself. The way the inside of your sweatshirt stops feeling soft after a few cold washes, and the way it feels when it's new. I don't think i know what i'm feeling anymore, and an escape isn't escaping if you feel exactly the same, whatever that is. I'm trying to get my mouth to move a little bit more, I can't hold a conversation anymore. i'm not sure when we all got so vain