Here We are again, no where to go, no one to turn to. - On My Own, Les Miserables

Mood: Frustrated
Listening to: Matt Good - Everything is Automatic
Reading: The Taming of the Shrew
Watching: Run Lola Run

I wonder if I'm destined to repeat the same mistakes, feel the same moods and continue on this everlasting hamster wheel of futility. Each day, I wake up and I repeat that which I have done for many years now. My days are like seconds, my sleep, seems like an eye-blink. I am here in time, but have I ever left this moment? I am here, wondering who I am now, but have I ever really known?

I am tired, and I feel that not only is there not alot to live for, there is not alot to die for either. Existance is a perpetual motion machine of questions and dissapointments.

Love is just an excuse to get hurt, and to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
Then hurt me.
- Lover I don't have to love, Bright Eyes