hello everyone out there in this tear-shroaded world

today was more angsty than usual. i'm listening to the cure at the moment, and absorbing myself in this wave of reflection-induced teenage/existential angst. i feel quite stupid really. there is no need for me to feel so pathetic, i could certainly stop myself. is it just neurotic little me, or do others of you out there just need to feel melancholic sometimes? i can exactly describe it... it almost feels as if after i've written a bit of angst-filled prose, drank a bit of red wine and listened to the cure in the excess, i've somehow come a bit closer to answering 'the big questions'. a little bit more amateur philosophy and more black in my wardrobe and i may be on my way to true self-absorbtion. oh dear me.