I can’t really think of anything to write or worth writing. I read about 4 different blogs/journals tonight that involved someone dying. The sadness is rediculous. Here are some lyrics to one of my all-time favorite songs.

Straightjacket Weather – Cadillac Blindside

i thought you would be
insane at twenty-three
now, i’m that weirdo screaming on the train

you’re setting fires inside my head
i’d like to believe you
it’s not arson
maybe just a warm goodbye for me
it’s cold inside my heart
cold, dark, and crazy
sweater weather for you
and a straightjacket for me

head down, hands tied
dreaming only of you
who can rescue me from this padded room
if i got my mouth on some cyanide
or a shotgun
maybe i’d survive

head down, hands tied
dreaming only of you
who can rescue me from this padded room
and our get-away car is parked outside
i’ll ride shotgun, baby, you can drive.