21st november, sleeping hours extended, 2 sets of lunch, great teabreak over Pork Chop Bun and a Dracula drink.. pity it ends this way. Nevermind.

Daul Kim's death makes me wonder... if suicide is more infectious than I would like to imagine?

"The writers take too much self importance...
I kind of hate art, because its always so something in the air
too much importance
too much pride?
but sometimes something catches your eye and thats nice.
but its very rare"
- Daul Kim.

Most striking.... possibly exceedingly quoted, the following:

staying relative is hard
staying honest is hard

i know i'm like a ghost
i have nothing but myself



Thought of her when I listened to Fragile:


Seven days a week but my life has just begun
So caught in emotion and I'm overcome
As I'm falling down I come undone
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel so frail so small
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile
A little fragile

In six thousand years what will this mean
Words from the heart or a melody
So caught in emotion and I'm overcome
As I'm falling down I come undone
Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel nothing at all
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile
A little fragile

If people can see right through my eyes
Like an open door that I can't disguise
I won't be afraid from the tears I cry
I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside
A little fragile

Sometimes I feel like I'm alone
Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong
Sometimes I feel so frail so small
Sometimes I feel vulnerable
Sometimes I feel a little fragile