My happiness. Well, the last few months have been a complete waste of time, and i'm foolish to have only met myself on this plane now. i'm not sure why, but things aren't going very well. i'm crying now. Alex and Danielle are meant to be coming to dinner, but i really don't want them to. i don't want Danielle to. i want to be madly wasted. And to smoke until my lungs eventually colapse. Oh well. Just another day, and the same choice to live.