Devastation my door
Was left open wide
You brought me into your heart
Then you swallowed my pride
I had a feeling you were
Hiding your thoughts
I made a note to myself
I nearly forgot
Now I am overwrought
I'm overwrought

-'Mockingbirds', Grant Lee Buffalo


There's something on my mind and I'm not really sure what it is. I don't think it's a need to vent, but I have a nasty suspicion that it's a need to blather about something hideously depressing. Fortunately, I'm not entirely sure what to say or how to begin, so we may or may not be spared such a particularly pathetic display.

Eh...forget it. I'm going to go play Bushido Blade...