Today was strange. A mixed bag of emotions. A few highs but mostly lows. I don't understand you. You're so selfish and naive. Poor little child. I pity you. But alright, I'll play your game. I'll be your toy///someone to destroy. Don't worry sweetie, I can't feel a thing. Meeting. Today. Splendid. I really am very fond of hugs. Especially from people I've never hugged before. I feel I need something. Something like love. I need someone to kiss in the rain and whisper my secrets to. That sounds oh so nice. Is it shameful for me to want happiness? If not, why are you complaining?