have you ever been in one of those moods where you just want to grab everything and rip it from the walls and break everything because you feel broken and you want to scream and kick and cry because nothing feels right and it’s all wrong and you don’t feel right and i don’t know anymore.
It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.
Sometimes I think about how Sam eats salad instead of burgers, how upset he once was because Dean was in the feds database and he wasn’t and he was jealous. I think about the petulant guy who suggested that maybe the ghost was killing everyone on set because the movie sucked. I remember the guy who’s afraid of clowns and had a magic phase when he was a kid. I think about the geek, the hunter, the little brother, the killing machine and the lost puppy and then I cry.