Current mood:	stressed
Current music:	radiohead-packt like sardines in a crushd tin box

I don't want you to be alone down there, to be alone
i'm physically tired but my mind won't be quiet. so, the cure must be to blather on about it on livejournal, yes?

lately, there's been a boy. who has a girlfriend (makings of a greek tragedy.)
and I like him.
and he likes me. but he feels he'd be too wracked with guilt if he broke up with her.
seeing as she comes from a rather troubled background and has a few extra personalities to show for it.
He inadvertently loves her as well. what's a compulsive wit with a penchant for self-loathing to do?
win his metaphorical heart, that's what. or stab out hers (I kid of course, mostly.)

whatever, I need to concentrate on practical matters. like getting a job.
which means I have to talk to people.
Which makes me wish I had some tranquilizers.
except there might be a drug test in order to get said hypothetical job.
then I would be screwed.

we sway side by side and fall
one by one
these flatlands absorb our weight as if,
we were balls of dust
And so we are

He's coming over today. Which kind of makes me want to cry.
It's rather dumb too.
I never have a romantic interest. at least not one that reciprocates said interest.
I can't play this part.
I was fine before. I was just miserable. Now, i'm miserable with hope.
Which is worse. that's not a question.