Thursday, Sept. 16, 2004 : the stars as they encircle me, as they cry
i want to cry.

i'm not sad.

i'm not happy.

i feel nothing.

(((but i want to cry)))

'What do I care, I've got your love to keep me warm,' Pierre sang. 'Except that I don't, la la la.'

The moon has nothing to be sad about, she is used to this sort of thing.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: