I realized it's not just my friends, not just rock stars, not just fictional characters, not just me- it's my parents, too.

They're happily married, one of the sanest couples ever, they love each other. All that. But they're not really happy with one another. They're not perfect. I guess I resent them for not being perfectly. I'm upset that they're still so alone. They're going to die alone, just like me.

Sometimes when I'm upset and also artistically frustrated, I copy out poems or song lyrics in a notebook, just to feel the power of other people's words coming through me. The song I keep doing that with this week is "Fainting Spells."

There is nothing else.