:: Saturday, December 06, 2003 ::

I'm having one of those days, blah days, sigh days. Days where everything that yesterday seemed good today seems bad and I'm not really sure why... why it seems bad... why today. What's with today, today?

Ugh. What's my point.

Dostoevsky thinks that we sometimes cause our own suffering on purpose to make our lives more interesting. Because it's better than sitting in a chair with our arms folded. Maybe he's right. Maybe I just analysed too much today because I'm looking for something to be sad about.

I'm sad today. That's my point.

I guess we just all want to feel special. Needed. Loved.

I'm not feeling it today.


~song~ Fiona Apple - Love Ridden

:: Katy 6:53 p.m. [+] :: ::