Beef, you were right, Moulin Rouge is very much my kind of movie. It was great. Ever have a list of things that you want to do and you almost never get to do them, and then you finally do one of them, and you get to cross it off the list? It's lots of fun, and it feels pretty good, right? Well, I think it does.
Okay, enough of that. I'm really...indescribable right now. I am really depressed. A friend is really hurting right now and I don't know what to do. I would call him but I don't think he would want to talk, plus it's rather late anyway, though I doubt that he's sleeping. And I can't go on AIM or MSN because I gave them up for Lent, though he's probably not online anyway. I could write him an email but that seems so damn formal and impersonal. I feel so sad right now. I don't think I can really write anymore.
"Weeping willow, with your tears running down
Why do you always weep and frown?
Is it because he left you one day?
Is it because he could not stay?
On your branches he would swing
Do you long for the happiness that day would bring?
He found shelter in your shade
You thought his laughter would never fade
Weeping willow, stop your tears
For there is something to calm your fears
You think death has ripped you forever apart
But I know he'll always be in your heart"