If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?

I'm a closet Backstreet Boys fan. They're very sweet

We are in an age of technology where we sit in our little cubicles and we IM each other and Skype each other and never connect as human beings.

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.

I'm an eternal optimist with a small degree of cynicism.

I try so hard to live in the moment - I don't think ahead very much.

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.