last book i've read: The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
music currently caressing my ears: Yeah Yeah Yeah's Show Your Bones
general mood: i don't know
quote: "Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and rekindles the great." --Comte DeBussy-Rabutin (so I'll never forget)

Ever care for someone more than they care for you? Um, yeah. It sucks, majorly. I feel things more deeply and strongly than most people, so I notice every little fucking thing.... I wish I didn't feel so empty with the sting of rejection. Even a little rejection that others would overlook and discount. I am a bubble, waiting to burst at the slightest sharp touch. I am like this everyday. And I hate it, I'm tired.