Dear me, am feeling so troubled tonight. I just feel frustrated with people sometimes. Don't know what they want from me. I care about people I shouldn't give a damn about. It's the worst feeling in the world. Sometimes I feel I'm going nuts. I think so many stupid things that stupidity becomes a system of thought in its own right. The metaphysics of stupidity???
Have become addicted to the Arctic Monkeys. They were all the rage two years ago. I presume they still are. Even though the music industry forgets people pretty easily these days. But I still think they're very alive and kicking. I was reading about them yesterday. They were twenty (MY AGE BASICALLY) when they released their excessively successful and totally awesome debut album Whatever you say I am, that's what I am not. Dear me! And here I am sitting around, being a full time wimp with a tendency for irritating self-satisfaction. Dear me! How I would like to write a nice little song. And then I'd be so happy. I'd make people smile and feel good when they hear it while working on assignments.
Life: Something I need to get.
Listening to: When the Sun Goes Down: The Arctic Monkeys
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