My MP3 is talking to me

I am having a heard time lately.
I'm having a hard time thinking
Hard time feeling.

My MP3 player is an extension of me. I have around 4000 songs on it, of every genre, and O basically take it everywhere I go. In the car, in the office, in the kitchen, my MP3 is playing. Continuously. My ex-husband used to call it my "sountrack to life."

Lately, it seems my MP3 player is intune with my feelings.

8:30 am, on my way to work:

Everything's so blurry.
Everyone's so fake
Everybody's empty
And everything is so messed up.
Preoccupied without you
I can not live at all.
(Blurry - Puddle of Mudd)

Yesterday, on the treadmill:

I am barely breathing
I can't find the air.
I don't know who I'm kidding
Imagining you care.
I could stand here waiting
A fool for another.
I don't suppose it's worth the price I'll pay.
But I'm thinking it over
Anyway.
Cause I am barely breathing.
(Barely Breathing - Toad the Wet Sprocket)


First thing this morning:

I'm all out of faith.
This os how I feel.
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Lieing naked on the floor.
The illusion never changed
Into something real.
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn.
You're a little late
I'm already torn.
(Torn - Natalie Imbruglia)

On my way home from work today (during which I handled my first complete docket):

I am walking on the bridge
I am over the water
And I'm scared as hell
But I know there's something better
Yes I know
Yes I know
Yes I know
(Me - Paula Cole)