This is what I've dreaded
most. Having nothing
to write about each day simply because nothing worth writing about has happened. No, that can't be. There's always something worth writing about
I keep playing this song by Ben Harper
, "Another Lonely Day
." Yes, indeed, I'm alone again. Here comes emptiness, crashing in. It's either love or hate, I can't find in between. It wouldn't have worked out, anyway. So now it's just another lonely day, hey. Wish there was something I could say or do. I can resist anything but the temptation from you. But I'd rather walk alone than chase you around. I'd rather fall myself than let you drag me on down. Blah
. I don't normally like men's voices so much.