emi

this bit of a james blunt song made a lot of sense:

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.


p.s. thanks for the comments.

i suppose now would be a good time to say something profound while all eyes are on me, but what can i say, stage fright.