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Feb 03, 2004 08:27

i hardly classify real fucking life between the pages of fucking people magazine. its like im assaulted at all angles by a bunch of bullshit. all they fucking wanna talk about is celebrities at work, the halftime show, the boob, j lo and ben. no wonder i prefer the company of the clients who can only sign candy or talk psycho shit about being abused, i find them far more interesting as human beings than the wastes of life dancing around on a tv screen like a puppet.
yeah i don't have any friends. i find it extremely hard to believe that anybody knows me and if nobody really knows me how can they love me? if they did know me they wouldn't and i can almost guarantee. whats the point of telling anybody anything when nothing is a private affair.
as for friends, i know the clients don't care and maybe my mom does love me. and maybe corrie and lindsay do. sometimes having no friends makes me feel real lucky.
i just have to remember that people aren't made for one another. i don't have a dependency problem like everyone else calls love. there is no fate. there is no real emotion, just one mother emotion that fluctuates to a good end and bad end.
i deserve the cake, the icing, the balloons. i deserve a million days in the sunshine. i deserve heaven served up on a platter. i deserve it all by myself.
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