Code Blue.

Sometimes I get the urge to write out the lyrics to whatever song is playing at the moment. I'll spare the interweb that travesty, on my part, at least. I'll leave it to the legions of MySpacers and LJers out there.

Nate is really frustrating me as of late. He's so damn bitter about everything. I wish he would just admit to himself what his REAL problem is; it's not that he hates women, or anything along those lines, he just simply can't let go of the past. If he could realize that, and get over it, he wouldn't be nearly as unhappy as he is currently.

I kind of wish someone would notice this little piece of the internet and praise as literary masterpiece. I'm fully aware it isn't, but still, it'd be nice. Even though this is journal is for me, and me only, I'd like someone random to stumble across it and give me some feedback or input or something; the whole reason none of my friends know about this is because I hate getting feedback about anything serious from friends; all they do is patronize me. I need a stranger, someone blunt and disconnected from me and my life, to look at this stuff and simply state: 'You's a crazy nigga.'

Is that so much to ask?