the things i think about are not yours or even yours, but mine alone. the insides of my head look something similar to that of an attic that's ill-kept, random thoughts that never got out that still lay in corners, boxes of old memories stricken with the smell of moth balls, and dreams on hangers that were never supposed to be dreams in the first place. i like things the way they are now, i really, really do. it just gets hard sometimes because i still don't have that one person around that i can confide in: no emily, no libby, no emiko, no JB...they're all so far away. so i sit here spinning these loverly thoughts, hoping not to offend anyone that is here. i just, i just...i don't know.

what am i supposed to rock out this weekend?