041020 Ps Mjd You are empty. There is pain- but you are empty. You think fleeting thoughts- empty. Your head throbs like it has for a day now- empty. You sit and eat dinner with your good friend here- but he is empty too. You are empty together. Last night he pressed himself against you and kissed and you felt a flicket of emotion- a little passion, mainly tiredness and your damn headache. Empty. You slept through class. Slept all cay- there was nothing to get up for. The book you have to read hasn't arrived yet. You don't know with to do with your free time in this lukewarm state. You don't really know if there is anything to smile about. Or talk about. You're here, but not really. Your voice speaks on it's own- you watch it from a distance. 050306 what's it to you? who go blather from