Reading: The Catcher In The Rye
Watching: The United States Of Leland

i feel like i am building up to some gigantic let down... something huge, something that will crush me under the weight of it's revelation... like the meaning of life is to keep buying freeze dried coffee when everyone would prefer it fresh... i don't know... it's intangible, but yet it haunts me every fucking day of my life... i wake up, go to work, come home... repeat, reuse, recycle... i just thought things would amount to more... i always said i wouldnt become part of the automaton machine that i see every day... the people you see on the bus the have that blank stare... as if they don't see the sun anymore... or take comfort in the company of others, people have just become part of the scenery to them... but now i even see that those people have more life in them than i do... i just feel like i am trapped... trapped, and i have the key but am to afraid to use it... i;ve been in the dark so long... so very long...