The spark is slowly dying. He forgot our anniversary. But not to worry, I expected it, hell, I nearly forgot. Coldplay always depresses you even more. But inspires at the same time. My new hair cut is groovy. New job tomorrow, giving art talks at the gallery. $40 an hour. Shmick. This was pointless really. I only wrote it for myself. But then, who would I write for? Sometimes its all paranoia in my head, that someone would read this, and know me at once. But I'm never that honest.