~Is it just me, or is this song pretty gay? It sounds like the singer is singing about another girl, without the 'she stole my man' element.

~I hate cold. It is freezing, my heater just makes noise, and candles do not help. The cold has settled itself in my being, and my hands are perpetually cold. I hate cold.

~Why are we here? What is our purpose? Why do we exist?

~Silence is what happens when your soul cries and your voice is quiet.

~Why do people have to sleep late? I admit to being a compulsive early riser, but still! Unless you went to bed at some ungodly hour, YOU SHOULD BE ABLE To GET UP AT NINE O'CLOCK!!!!! Maybe I'm just pissed because I can't work on Sam's rock opera until the rest of the house is up. Grrrrr.

~My dad is cool, in general.

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