my mood waxes and wanes. currently it is waning. if i was in charge, i would have deleted delerium today.

i am full of hate and resentment, for no-one in particular. but i definitely am full.

thought: i no longer have any interest in making comics or pursuing this vague notion of a comic-making lifestyle.

(that may change. i am flighty.)

i wrote another song. here it is:

"not a song for anyone"
i don't have the guts
to tell you i need you so
i don't have the strength to go on
i don't have the courage
to tell you i miss you
like anything
i don't have the heart
to tell you i've already let you go
life and love
are not at all
the glamorous game
you see on the screen
you and her
should just move on
it was a stupid idea anyway
you can read poetry
until your eyes are red
but you won't know anything
until you get this through your head
you're an idiot
you're an idiot
i'm sorry but it's true
you're an idiot
and she'll never love you