I'm being a good girl, you see? My Birthday has started in fucking depression and happiness. I know some people. And I'm happy to know them. SOME of them are happy to know me.

I come to see them - there are ones who are soooo crazy -they never love you forever -they exist so that others love them instead. They meet great people and they piss them off - that's the way to do it.

I could never do it. Throw shit in other's life deliberately? Noooo.

Others are so kind- and I write touching letters to them. I don't betray them, and (to tell you the truth) I'm scared of losing them, losing their trust. I'm weak, see?

Some of my friends are not my friends. They pretend to be, and I don't feel like talking about 'em.

It's all like blood now. Hot and sour.




I'll be sore for things I'm going to say now… which is a black fact, but I'm saying

I don't love anybody, except …………….