here i am adding another blog to the sea of painful blogs.  i realllly shouldn't read about everyone else's pain.  for some reason i keep doing it though.  i have music to make me depressed enough, we don't need to skim through a bunch of people's lives, letting their emotions out because everyone experiencing pain is a writer.  strange how depressing the blogging sphere is.  just reconfirms that the best writers and poet's were not people with particularly good lives or just plain depressed.  what is it about pain that makes us so much better at expressing art? goes to show the close correlation between pain and beauty i think.  i don't know.  life's a tricky thing.