Moody Blues!
Blah, I have 150 Belle and Sebastian photos to sift through, which I must cull down to forty and then figure out where to place throughout the book. And where is everyone when I need distraction?! Damn you all. FUCK you all! I need attention. I WANT attention! I think my need for attention is turning into a psychological disorder. I loved Saturday night because I was surrounded by people paying attention to me. It's like a pathetic dieses. Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me! I'm so pretty. I'm so cute. Lalalalalalala!!!! And yet it doesn't even matter. No one I like is ever going to like me back. Why do I even bother.