i find it kind of interesting when somebody has like half an hour to write a post on diaryland. but not 30 seconds over the course of about... 50 hours to say so much as hello to me. and it's fine. it's wonderful. im thrilled to have the 15 minutes per week you spend with me, cut in half, once again. you know what... i couldn't be happier. it's ok to be one of the least important things in somebody's life. that makes me really happy too.
I know I'm doing nothing but sinking. And probably always will.
Everybody just wants to feel wanted. Like somebody gives a shit. but soon enough I won't care at all.