God I miss lips I can nibble. I hate settling, and I hate not having anything worth doing. I miss sexy, and confident. what do I have now? Slightly crazy, maybe deranged, obsessive, quiet, predictable. Life seems to just ramble on like a historical summary with to much D.C. al coda. where is that shiny moon now? lost in the sky, or falling from above in silvery puddles on the other side of the earth. Hope... Damned.