Arrrrgh! Some people have such a fucking nerve! Pisses me right off! Marcey stabs me right in the back, and then acts and talks like we're "good buddies" and that nothing has happened. Telling me she got drunk and made out with a friend, as if I want to even talk to her after what she and her precious Rainy did. I mean, when she told me she got drunk and made out with a friend at some party, I wanted to say "Well, at least it wasn't the first time you've been a dumb ass." but, unforetunately, I have more class than that and would not allow myself to say something that might hurt her feelings, even though I really really wanted to. I don't feel like talking to her. As far as I'm concerned, if she and Rainy don't have the fucking guts to talk to me and tell me the truth, then I don't have the fucking time to pretend to be interested in their complicated lives. Mine is messed up enough, thankyou very much. So, there goes another friendship down the crapper. You'd think I'd be used to this by now, but I guess I just haven't learned my lesson. Marcey, Rainy, if you should read this, or hear word of this, I just want you to know that even though you completely FUCKED EVERYTHING UP AND STABBED ME, YOUR SUPPOSED FRIEND, IN THE FUCKING BACK, AND I WOULD BE PERFECTLY FINE WITH NEVER SEEING EITHER OF YOU AGAIN, there are no hard feelings. There are no feelings at all. And that is what hurts the most. I've said it before, and I'll say it again; I'd rather feel hate than nothing. At the very least, hate is an emotion, tangible and true. Hate, unlike you, does not lie. I don't want to not feel. But I don't feel. You did that. I hope you are extremely proud. To the rest of my friends, who I love and adore, just a note; if you ever feel like cheating and decieving, that's fine. I'd rather you didn't, but if you must, feel free, on one condition. If you could put that worn out knife in my chest, you know, so I can see it, that would be great. Thanks.
And now, I will make a list of all the things I like. Because I don't really remember.

Kittens, possums, drawing, listening to music, hugs, the truth, swings, brilliantly blue skies, hats, shopping, sushi, Tristan, Jaryd, Kelsey, Ian, Jen Jen, Val, Danielle, Sarah, Graham-Dave, Anthony Galati, Anthony Knight, Matt, Chris, Kathryn, Ben, Lisa, singing, stuffed animals, sunny days, rainy days, my family, sleeping, parks, dogs, computers, playing video games, envelopes. rabbits, purple, Poe, Mousey, poetry, giving gifts, friendship bracelets, sleepovers, chocolate, Mick, Clare, Niamh, dreaming, fluffly white clouds, ice cream, skiing, chess, laughing, holidays, and love.

If you are not on this list, but know you should be, add yourself. If you are not on this list, but know for what reason, go to Hell.

That is all.