your new cuckoo

[methrowrock]

I need to stop living in cyberspace, feeding off scraps of other people's lives. Of late, I have been cooped up in my head, with feverish and futile thoughts bouncing around in my thick skull. It is stupid to harbour hopes for somebody to turn this way. For what it worth, I just want to understand why you are hurting and try to make it all better, although knowing my clumsy lack of tact and insight, I will probably make things worse. What could I possibly do for you anyway? This is pointless. Never mind. If I were you, I would be disgusted with myself too. So much for self-esteem, yaw. I need to find more nice new songs! The Cardigans has a few sparkling gems; The Dead Weather has a haunting anthem called "I Can't Hear You", and in Cultural Studies today, the lecturer played some brilliant oldies. More is more in this case. For now, readings, here I comeeeee.