Garbage - #1 crush

Nickelback - how you remind me

Devo - girl u want

Custom - hey mister

8 Stops 7 - uninspired

Puddle Of Mudd - control

Counting Crows - another horse dreamers blues

Concrete Blonde - tomorrow, wendy

Natalie Imbruglia - torn

Chris Issac - wicked game

David Coverdale - slave

Meredith Brooks - bitch

That's me. There. Now. That's all that I am and all that I feel, everything else got burnt out. That's what I am listening to in my mind.

Bed, now. Rest. Sleep. Maybe when I wake up the world will be better. Maybe I won't feel.

Maybe I won't wonder if I really am... what she said. I don't want to be that. I don't think I am. So how come it hurt so much and cut so deep when she said it, hm? Isn't it supposed to be the truth that hurts?

I'm all confused.