I think I'm really like the bear on Jess's bed, sitting down there, futilely waiting to be loved; sitting there watching its owner do its own stuff, patiently waiting for that short span of time to spend with its owner, hoping to do at least one thing together. I think that bear is better off than me, at least it gets hugged and loved at night, when it's wanted. Damn! I'm more useless than that bear! Oh well... Such is life. Don't think I should waste more time looking at people doing their stuff anymore. It's so boring. I don't even get to join in and do something.