i might as well have used the time to read the excerpts from susan sontag's journals instead of answering silly questions and bleeding yet again in a post.

bleeding these days can get very trite. even i give myself a withering look.

oh please, spare me your little dramas, your incessant whining, your battered back. haven't your way always been one of listening to others? the trouble with you, you little twit, is that you never really listened. yes, you made your ears wide open but you fail to make them wide open for the one who really needed it the most, and if you still can't guess who it is, shame on you.

there. now i can go to sleep.