current mp3: coffee and tv - blur damn, i'm depressed. hmph, i suppose i came on here so i could write about it. but, i don't know. it seems kind of pointless. but, there is one thing. i really, really, really hate it when people aren't honest with me about the way they feel. be it, about me, about life in general, or whatever. but, see, i can tell some things. i'm not a complete idiot. but whatever my premonitions are telling me, it's not enough. i have a horrible time trying to figure people out. so, i just wish they would tell me what's going on. like, for example, say one of my friends was really depressed. now, i can tell she's unhappy, but i don't know why. so i ask, and they won't tell me. instead of just saying "i don't want to talk about it; it'll just make me more depressed", they say nothing's wrong. this pisses me off. i feel bad that they can't trust me enough to tell me what's wrong. and, hey, if they don't trust me, why don't they just say, "it's none of your business, so stay out of it." if they're afraid they'll insult me, they insult me anyways, by showing they don't trust me, and not being willing to tell me that. maybe it's just me; maybe i need to change. but it still pisses me off. or, take this: i'm being somewhat annoying. not unusual; there are a thousand things i do that are annoying. there are a million things i do that could piss people off. but what i hate, is when, i can tell i'm annoying someone. but it's not entirely clear to me what i'm doing wrong. but - the person i think i'm annoying, doesn't say anything. and i can never tell what's wrong. well, i'm feeling a bit better now... i actually went off and read a page and a half in we in the middle of writing this. and for some reason that entirely calmed my nerves. i guess, it is true, the best way to be happy is to escape.