Status: depressed.
Listen: ---

So which letter of the alphabet matches YOUR personality, huh?

Status: depressed.
Listen: ---

'no love, however unrequited, should ever be as painful as one I am experiencing now'

Status: being ignored...
Listen: Body Crumple [ Dry Cell ]

'we are all accursed to walk this earth with our unfulfilled desires, bot you and I. And when you walk the path to your desire, my friend, may your walk be a short one, as short as mine is long.' [ Cecilia Tan: The Tale of Christina ]

Status: just relaxing
Listen: Trading Spaces...

I actually went to see the play at the high school. I was tired and wasn't about to go and was running a bit late by the time I got there, but I thought what the hell. Anyway, it was pretty good and I didn't fall asleep. Chris said if she was here she would go with me, then at least if it was bad I could lean over and fall asleep on her shoulder.. (yeah, right, she'll probably smack me awake!) I just called her and she was watching movie.. yup, can't bother with me.. noooooo...just too much trouble. Oh well.. I'll just deal and go to bed soon.

If I had a dime for every time you walked away,
I could afford to not give a shit
and buy a drink and drown the day
But your pockets, they are empty,
yeh, and mine are times two
So why not make an about-face,
and accept the love I send to you?
You're never gonna be content if you font try,
try to see outside your line.
There you go, you did it again!
You act as if there's binder on your eyes.
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and stains your eyes?!
Oh, did I crack your shell?
When it falls away, you'll see we exist as well!
Like a bottle with the cork stuck,
your true ingredients trapped inside.
Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you,
I guess the hard shell represents your pride.
Oh, if only it could be different
we could uncover the you, you deny.
Between two, a small discrepancy,
one complicates and one simplifies.
take those fucking blinders off your eyes!
So if I had a dime for every time you walked away,
you could bet your bottom dollar that
I'd be filthy rich by noon today

[ Incubus: Glass ]

[ X: just don't know what to think anymore ]