I hate to quote DMX, but...

...It's dark and hell is hot. That's where I am. This is what one gets for attacking a religious show. Damn society...

I feel so bad. I feel like I've been a horrible person lately. I've even being a bad web-host because I'm not being witty as the title of the blog says I should be. This is false advertising. Oh man, I've become "my own worst enemy" (hate to quote a Lit song). I'm falling behind; is this my downfall (trustcompany)? Do I really hate myself? I can't write anymore, back in the day that used to be all that mattered to me. I used to write aimlessly; creating characters and scenes that made me feel better everytime I read back at them. Those days are long gone. I'm starting to realize now; everything I've ever done has been a failure. I fear it will continue to be that way.

I feel like just talking to someone. Why is it that when you feel like talking to someone no one is around or no one has the time or patience? It feels like that more often than not. Alas, all this damsel in distress can do is write "letters to you" (Finch). I don't know who reads this. I know Mickey does, and my cousin, and Alex, and Maureen, and I do, of course...but who else? Make yourselves known to me. I hate to complain because your ears don't deserve to bleed from my words. I don't know, I guess I'm just "sick of it all" (The Distillers). I need to find "some sort of meaning" (Long Since Forgotten). This life is rendering it "harder to breathe" (Maroon 5) everyday. Check out all these bands that I mentioned because the rock the casbah (beastie Boys?). There's my wit for now; a tacky list of rock bands (except for DMX) and complains of life. I wish I had more to offer, but I've always come so short of success.

Lo siento mucho. Soy muy triste. No quiero vivir. Quiero caerme. No se porque. Lo siento. Lo siento. Lo siento.

No, Alex, I do not down any Ny-Quil, nor will I ever...unless I have a stuffy nose. I know better than to die shamefully as OD'ing on Cold medicine.