2002-02-08/ happiness is a warm gun.

if i wondered why i don't seem to have any friends; or why i don't ever see or talk to any of the people whom i think are friendly with me; i might just get a little teary-eyed.

i don't have to say it. (no kat, pleeease, don't say it! no! please! god! help us, no!!) but... YES. i wish i could just curl up until nothing was left of me. nothing is worth it.

maybe this material girl will feel better about this material world when her boots arrive.

10:25 p.m. E
kat*~