Continually return to my Dark Paradise; (+modeling distraction)

Just like a drug. I know it's temporary relief, my head tells me it's "bad", I know there will be withdrawals... but I can't resist dipping into memories, and not just remembering but actually focusing on how things smelled, felt, sounded, and playing the scenes out in detail. It's masochistic. What else is one to do with the good times, though?

Lana Del Rey - Dark Paradise (Parov Stelar Remix)

I sing, constantly,  because the lyrics usually say what I cannot.

Unrelated: I've been busy. I just started modeling. It's fun, for now. It gets lonely. I miss food. :p
Here's a preview (me and my friend Candice Tricia. The outtakes are fucking hilarious.)