The most annoying and excruciating thing in the world, for me, is for a perfectly benign comment to suddenly turn cancerous, for a good aimversation to go very, very bad. But aim is not our problem, my love: we are our problem.

You don't see me. You just don't get where I'm coming from at all. And I can tell you the reverse is also true - so, are we ever gonna get past this? Are you clinging to the past? Don't you understand why I want that site gone? Is it just 'cause I made it for you? 'Cause I made this entry for you. And do you really think I said one nice thing on the other?

I just don't want to play these games anymore. It's so tiring. You can't blame it on aim. We're retarded. If you would .. just .. give me the benefit of the doubt .. I would not let you down .. and we could be okay .. and not need to order each other to cheer us up.

Arrrrrrrghhhhh and a half, man.

Won't do no good to go no distance. The space between us is as boundless as the dark.
Fiona Apple