i'm still alive. sort of. :) just haven't felt the urge to write in here for a while.

i'll be offline for the weekend, so if you don't see my screenname on as usual, don't start calling up hospitals. i'm fine; just going through online withdrawal in houston.

sometimes questioning can be more pain than it's worth. is it too much to ask to be fairly sure of something for once?

and sometimes i go through phases of wanting security, wanting to be special to at least one person out there. inspiration. to inspire only one measly little person to really want me. [okay, so maybe i should change that to inspire one measly little person of my choice]

i'm not going to bitch at people. i'm not going to hate all men. it's merely sappy emotional shit - also known as pms for christina.

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is this the last song?