this is my kind of love

I feel like it's time to take advantage of the relative anonymity I have established here (although anyone who knows me doesn't have to look far to know). It may be good for me to really open up. I'm sad at the prospect that this will be another typical blog, authored by a self-important idiot who has the unfortunate notion that anybody gives a shit. Let me go ahead and dispell one thing- I know no one cares. I myself find it hard to care. This is for me.

2007 wasn't one of the happiest years I've ever had. I wouldn't venture to say it's the worst, but I'll say that, with the incredible lack of anything positive and important occuring, it was miserable. I spent a lot of it asleep. I spent a lot of it drunk. I spent a lot of it totally apathetic towards, and unaffected by, anything going on around me. Still I managed to make some big decisions- changing my major, leaving my current university. My only resolution for the new year is to have it be better than this one. I feel hardly challenged.

I need to make some changes. I think I'm ready to.

Please let me sleep, it's Christmastime

It doesn't feel like Christmas.

I feel more disillusioned this year than I ever have before.

I'm not unhappy, I just miss that familiar feeling. Things are different but I don't quite know yet how.

"Cold wind blows on the soles of my feet
Heaven knows nothing of me
I'm lost, nowhere to go

Oh when I was a kid,
Oh how magic it seemed
Please let me sleep
It's Christmastime

Flowered winds was where I lived
Thought you burned not froze for your sins
Oh I'm so tired, and cold

Oh when I was a kid,
Oh how magic it seemed..."

All you need is...

I do believe that all anyone needs is love, but that there are very few people in the world who are capable of true, honest love.