i know you say there's no one for you...but here is one.

weird personality quirks are what make me...me. however, sometimes even i have to admit i have bouts with insanity where my quirks border on radical instability.

what brings me to this on a sunday night? listening to jeff (buckley, duH)...and thinking about the deep-rooted resentment i have for people who fell in love with the music posthumously...which is completely unfair of me, but i can't help it. where were these hundreds of thousands of fans when there was like 3000+ hits on his only fansite, and at least 100 of those were me since i checked daily.

idunno, it hurts i guess...to intensely love someone who isn't someone you could ever know. i guess i want to feel closer to him than all those other people. again, an irrational wish.

that being said, apparently a picture book of jeff is now worth $149...i can't see ever selling mine short of me being destitute...

i also harbour a belief that he might have been my soulmate...yea well, never let it be said that i don't have ridiculous romantic sentiment...b/c i totally do. ugh, this is starting to depress me.

jeff's been dead a little over 10 years now. *sigh* my parents thought at the time that i would "get over it" guess that's not the case.