Move Along's blog: "Me So Fickle..."

She moves where she has plenty of friends and suddenly I'm on the shelf till she gets bored enough to notice me collecting dust. So here I wait, wondering if she'll ever notice that I stopped talking. I'm f***ing sick of telling her something, only to get a response hours later. Yup, I'm back to just an option. Just another text message she responds to when her REAL friends aren't getting all of her attention. And the cycle starts again...

Blind me, erased what was Stillborn I have become The feelings I once felt are now dead and gone I've waited here for you for so very long So empty, just a shell of a man Stillborn, this I understand The feelings I once felt are now dead and gone I've waited here for you for so very long

Lost in a dream Nothing is what it seems Searching my head For the words that you said Tears filled my eyes As we said our last goodbyes This sad scene replays Of you walking away My body aches from mistakes Betrayed by lust We lied to each other so much That in nothing we trust Time and again, She repeats let's be friends I smile and say yes Another truth bends, I must confess I try to let go, but I know We'll never end 'til we're dust We lied to each other again But I wish I could trust My body aches from mistakes Betrayed by lust We lied to each other so much That in nothing we trust God help me please, on my knees Betrayed by lust We lied to each other so much That in nothing we trust How could this be happening to me I'm lying when I say "Trust me" I can't believe this is true Trust hurts Why does trust equal suffering Absolutely nothing we trust

We are the pain We are the shame We've gone insane Inside where no ones around I am to blame, for everything I like this game, that you all make me play I'm done being there for others They have their pain and so do I Don't need to feel it all over I try to hold on and you bring me down We are estranged We are deranged I can't explain How you all break me apart I am to blame, for everything I like this game, that you all make me play I'm done being there for others They have their pain and so do I Don't need to feel it all over I try to hold on and you bring me down We wait, we hate We try to get away Mistake my pain It has been lead astray I'm Looking around, I drop to the ground Why does it have to end this way Feeling numb, so long Oh God it's just everything It's everything Now I pray for all of them to go away! I'm done being there for others They have their pain and so do I Don't need to feel it all over I try to hold on and you bring me down www.azlyrics.com

One mission in particular, the one where you have to assassinate this punk hiding out in a boat, is about to make me get rid of this damned game. Between the guards constantly jeering at me with "you think you can win?" while I pick them off with controls that aren't really good enough, and drunken sailors who merrily keep pushing me in the damned water where our so-called hero ALWAYS drowns, I'm beginning to wonder why I should even give a damn. Come on, Ubisoft, this guy can survive 200-foot drops into piles of hay, but he dies the instant he gets wet? I'm not going to bother getting the sequel after you wasted my time with this half-thought-out control scheme. Sure, the game looks realistic as all hell, but if the controls can't compensate for the game being a total d*ck, who cares how pretty the damned thing is? If I end up wanting to throw the game out the car window into oncoming traffic, you FAILED to make it fun.

I feel like it's all a Seinfeld episode about Myspace. So much drama without a point. I almost left Myspace to get away from it, but it was me that caused it. Bipolar, anyone?

but I'm okay. The day I understand women is the day they bury me. :D

I had to break up with banditgirly last night. I spent the whole night asking myself why I did it. In the end, it was things I'm not going to talk about in public, and to make a long story short, we're back together. I can't live without that cutie!