You haven't experienced true humility until you've had to tell your own flesh and blood parents that you need to see a doctor and you need to be put on antidepressants. Talk about shame...

It's amazing how many songs are out there with lyrics that seem to know me, know my life. I imagine that's the kind of connection artists strive for, a sort of mutual pain between singer and listener, poet and reader, painter and viewer. It's too bad no one ever seems to find a simple solution to that pain that apparently so many people experience.

Just felt like listing a few of my AIM away messages ( Read more... )

There's nothing more lonely or depressing for me than sleeping in a bed, in a house, every night by myself after having shared a bed with my lover, my best friend, for the last year and a half.