Reading The Memory Keeper's Daughter made me feel so somber. The disturbed lives of those characters, all of them living with this emptiness somewhere, and the way they go about their lives in such silent sadness...

And I know it's just a book, and those people aren't really alive and all.

But there just HAS to be someone, somewhere in the world who actually does feel that way! And my heart goes out to that person.


Anyway, what am I doing here? I have a Bio semi-project slash presentation thingy to finish.

If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me

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