how's it gonna be when there's no one there to talk to

a conclusion from the past week: sometimes you really have to stop asking questions you already know the answers to. for all my asking, i've been rewarded with a slight fever, a terrible nausea and an intense feeling of disorientation. there are no rewards here, only tension, discomfort and a lot of pretense. i keep getting more troubled and the soundtrack of my life keeps getting more depressing. oh 2008, i fucking hate you.