My iTunes likes to fuck with me, play songs that are all lovey dovey or like depressing. Everyone has to have a sense of humor these days. It's Friday and I am going to attempt a 'Speak Your Mind Friday.' The only problem is i have nothing profound to say. Nothing I've done has been spectacular. No one I've encountered has made my mood change. I haven't taken a picture in months and it's weird. There's nothing I can look back on of these past months. Not that I want to look back at this time that I've wasted. Won't elaborate on that quite yet, my words are too jaded right now. Anyway, back to what I don't have to say. I'll pretty much say anything at this point. To get back to where I was. The only problem is I won't do anything. Tryna get back in Control, Janet Jackson did it so well. Whatever, that made no sense.

I wrote to Summer the other day, you know, asking for him to come back quicker. He just giggled. All in my face. Said he'd be back in due time. Told him I needed him. Told me he didn't need me back. We'll see how this relationship ends up.

I haven’t been hungry for food in a long time. I have been hungry for other things, and I have fed that hunger mightily, but food was always an afterthought. Humans are said to only seek food, shelter and sex. Humans are said to have only these as their primary urges. I have lived in a state where I went without all, sought none. I do not know what that makes me.

— James Frey, A Million Little Pieces.