i watched closer today, that and the virgin suicides.
both beautiful movies, and sophia coppola leaving me with the real thing..
i wanted something to make me cry, not about you. not about what's happened.

i don't need to hurt myself for something that isn't my fault. not saying it won't hurt,
but enough of that. i don't want to think it or hear it, and i doubt you do. i'm not here to be pitied or to hurt you. you'll hurt on your own.

perfection is more of a fairytale than my own offbeat realities. i like things because they aren't perfect, and because they aren't consistent.

so much for not putting up significant songs on my myspace, but you would obviously now know.
god im dying not to pick up the phone, but since you haven't i'll take it as a sign.

i need to stop.