Are your secrets where you left them? Cause now your ghosts are mine as well. I think it's time I met them and I think it's time you tell

This happiness scares the shit out of me (oh so eloquently put.)
I'm not used to the lack of sorrow and racing thoughts,
The absence of meaningless anger and angst.
This past weekend was filled with colored chalk drawings, cupcakes and rainbows.
I guess that makes me a normal mom.
For once.
Finally?
I guess the little peach pills work pretty damn well.

You should all listen to Sugarplum Fairy.
Freaking Swedish bands are fucking amazing.

/the most unoriginal post ever.