Her:I dont care if you come or not. Me:Why dont you care? Her:Because. Me:My my, arent we being bitchy today? Her:I dont care. No one cares. Her friend is a user and a bitch. Her friend turns her against us. Her friend thinks its always all about her. Bitch. Drown. I had a dream this afternoon. I was laying on long grass. The grass surrounded me, and was very tall. All I could see was the ends of the grass and the sky. It was windy. I could hear the grass rubbing against each other. I was comfortable. A saw a wasp. I held out my wrist. The wasp landed on it. It sat there for a second, and then stuck its stinger into the big vein in my wrist. I felt no pain, but my body relaxed completly. It was a waking sleep, feeling utterly comfortable and safe. The clouds passed by lazily, the grass swayed and rustled in the wind. The wasp gave me happiness. I woke up feeling good. To bad that didnt last longer. Laying on my bed, listening to Jack Johnson and thinking about life. That was a nice part of my day too. I slept most of the day. Sleeping is good. "Cheer up" they say, I dont need to be cheered, I need to die. In the name of the wasp