I give up. What else is there to say? I give up. I mean, I've tried. I'm stuck in this convoluted mess wondering which one was the lie. And the truth is that I don't really care. The true truth lies somewhere in the middle, not here and not there. I believe neither of your words, dearest, but I want to, and I suppose that counts for something among my apathy. Someone said to me the other week this quote: "You think I don't understand but I do, we don't say everything we could so that we can say later, 'Oh, you misunderstood.'" Oh, you misunderstood. Have you ever thought about that word? MIS-understood. You see, that doesn't mean you didn't understand, it means you understood the wrong thing. Perhaps in a different world, a frozen world, it would have been the right understanding. ~So leave them in their frozen world, come and be my lover, if only for one stolen moment, we will live forever...~ I understand the how. I just don't understand the why. And you never thought that we might be the same puzzle piece. The same piece of blue sky or green grass. I tried to listen to my Queen, but as I tried to listen to her, I searched for someone that would say what I wanted to hear. I should have known She would be right, she's always right. And so I'll go and write my college essays, trying to sound interesting and amusing. The holidays suck, they always make me feel so lonely, and everyone uses it as an excuse to try and get money from you, what's the deal with that? ::said in a Seinfield voice, letting my voice get a bit higher near the end of the sentence:: Do you know how amusing it can be when someone calls someone else immature? ::Laughs:: I mean it really is, but she was gorgeous. And I love hearing about something and trying to imagine it, but not being able to. You see, all this cold dry weather has caused my eyes to become dry, but I've run out of eye drops and so I must suffer in dryness. Hmm, perhaps it's karma of some sort. Argh. I have all these lines from all these different songs going around in my head. But I'll leave you swimming round hysterical in the dead persistent gloom... as I babble out in simile. Good Night.