i'm sick.
and i'm sick of 'it.'

dazed. confused. blue.

all i ever wanted was never meant for me. at that point, what do you do? do what you were destined for or set your own goals and achieve?

i think i lack prayer. i think i'm spiritually dry these days.

i think i'm allowing xxxxx to dictate my actions. i refuse to live out remixes. lisa loeb...werd. that's why i love you baby.