My mood ring is black. Like my last name. Here's a little song that matches how I feel, W.A.S.P.'s The Heretic:
"These fits of depression are torturing me The lives that I seen won't breathe again A sad child of madness, they'll never be free Born again to die, the agonies begin." --W.A.S.P.
-posted by Nobius 11:45 PM 