Sometimes there's nothing to feel Sometimes there's nothing to hold Sometimes there's no time to run away Sometimes you just feel so old The times it hurts when you cry The times it hurts just to breathe And then it all seems like there's no-one left And all you want is to sleep Blah Blah Blah. I guess I'm feeling better, still crappy, but at least I'm not as sick as I was. I am rapidly running out of cash. Sucks to be me. I need to get a job. But on the bright side, I got the Cure's Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me and Black Tape for a Blue Girl's Before the Buildings Fell, along with the A Fire Inside EP. The Cure album is amazing (as if that needed to be said). I've been listening to the Cure and the Dresden Dolls almost exclusively for the past weeks. Everyone who doesn't listen to the Dresden Dolls, you need to. Please, they are AMAZING. In other news, I'm really lonely. I don't have many friends and I am desperate for a romantic relationship. Oh well, that isn't gonna happen for a while, so I'll quit complaining. I thought I actually had something to say. I guess not. I should really stop wasting everyone's time, huh? I've posted these lyrics before, but I'm "feeling" this song right now so I will post them again. It's an awesome song. Download it. www.dresdendolls.com Girl Anachronism (c) The Dresden Dolls you can tell from the scars on my arms and cracks in my hips and the dents in my car and the blisters on my lips that i'm not the carefullest of girls you can tell from the glass on the floor and the strings that're breaking and i keep on breaking more and it looks like i am shaking but it's just the temperature and then again if it were any colder i could disengage if i were any older i could act my age but i dont think that youd believe me it's not the way i'm meant to be it's just the way the operation made me and you can tell from the state of my room that they let me out too soon and the pills that i ate came a couple years too late and ive got some issues to work through there i go again pretending to be you make-believing that i have a soul beneath the surface trying to convince you it was accidentally on purpose i am not so serious this passion is a plagiarism i might join your century but only on a rare occasion i was taken out before the labor pains set in and now behold the world's worst accident i am the girl anachronism and you can tell by the red in my eyes and the bruises on my thighs and the knots in my hair and the bathtub full of flies that i'm not right now at all there i go again pretending that i'll fall don't call the doctors cause they've seen it all before they'll say just let her crash and burn she'll learn the attention just encourages her and you can tell from the full-body cast that i'm sorry that i asked though you did everything you could (like any decent person would) but i might be catching so don't touch you'll start believeing youre immune to gravity and stuff don't get me wet because the bandages will all come off and you can tell from the smoke at the stake that the current state is critical well it is the little things, for instance: in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses: please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her... i dont necessarily believe there is a cure for this so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest i was too precarious removed as a caesarian behold the worlds worst accident I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM