Six cents and an empty coffee cup.

Too bad I'm not a song writer, or that could be a very poetic song title.
I feel like a band with a mix of a sound and feeling of Owl City, Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco would have a title like that. It would be a mix, majority in the Owl City side of the scale, less Panic!.
We'll just delete Panic! all together. Fall Out Boy (old) + Owl City= Six cents and an empty coffee cup.
Generally the song would be about a girl. Or a figurative "lost boy" in the suburbs or city. He would wear a peacoat, his hair would be just like everyone else's. And he would wear shoes, pants, shirts and belts and socks and scarves and whatever else that he pleased. Everything would be common, similiar on him just like it would be on everyone else. The only thing that would be different is his journy. His is his own. His own journy that connects in so many ways with wires and nooks and crannies to a person's life, relating them so strongly to the song.
It would be about love.
A boy in love with a girl, written in a sort of third person.
Or a boy, directly, written about a girl. For whom he loves.

I don't believe a boy/man can love how we see in the movies.
I don't believe it.
I don't believe it can last, and I don't believe that they will stick through.

I've said this a hundred times over, I will not believe it until it is proven different to me. My trust issues with men reflect on everything I have ever witnessed in relationships with my friends around me. My friends, my family and the men that have torn them apart.

That's ironic.
Apart- the act of two being separate.
A part- the act/doing of one or two being relative.
It's opposite.

I should stop complaining and whining on here.
But at least I know I'm complaining and whining.
And no one is reading this. So that's that.
If you happen to lay your eyes on this, great.

I came in to this post with something deep and meaningful to say about my mind and how it's working today. But, I ended up putting a slight story behind my title and branched off- completely dodging what I came in to say.
Maybe another post at 12:05, so it will be tomorrow.
But, I hope by then my mind is distracted and I'm thinking about something happier than the slump I've gotten my mind buried in to.

Apart.
A part.
A party.

A lot.

Into.
In to.

All together.
Altogether.