I went to a place me and my mom tend to go if she wants to, you know, talk to me and shit. Well everytime we had previously went my [now ex boyfriend] Max would call. Max would call all the time. I felt so wanted, so adored. I love that feeling. I'm a selfish bitch and I want everyone to worship me, and in a sense it seemed like Max did. When I look at the phone now...I'm not the same. I don't really get the feeling of fucking pure bliss going through my brain. I don't get to answer and feel all special. I'm nobody's anything. I take it back, I'm way too many peoples desire. Sure in a sense that's kind of fun, but after the day is done it's nice to curl up to a nice book, look up and smile at the ceiling, glad because you know someone is out there who you are bound to. On a bitchier note. Wait a minute...I have nothing to bitch about. Oh god I better not be going...dare I even say...*cough* emo *cough* God this was back in the day