Bleh.
At the present moment, I am highly unsatisfied with the emotional relief this black Dell keyboard, my DSL connection, and livejournal.com can offer me.
I need music. So...why don't I put it in my life again?
It's always my release. My expression. My heartbeat. My love.
Without music, I don't exist.
[You can thank Return of the King for reminding me of that tonight]
Off to my own land. I'm the only one who understands myself, anyway.