i think its so funny when people call you their best friends.A couple of people even called me one of their best friends. "I'll always be here for you." umm yea...right. when you really need help,they desert you. then they next day,they pretend like nothing ever happened and they go back to their fake plastic world of caring for other people. the word friends does not sound attractive to me at all. i don't want friends, i don't want to be called anyones friend, and i certainly don't want to be told that people care about me,because we all know thats a ton of bullshit. we are all alone. in our hearts and minds. but you shouldn't listen to me anyways..a girl that just stopped taking drugs and isolates herself from people and practically life itself. you know though..with all honesty-- i am unbelievably jealous of those people that are so sucked into a world of lies and plastic,that they no longer know anything outside of it. you don't even know how fucking jealous i am. i am FUCKING jealous times 123456789 filthy rich girls that party every night,sex drugs,money,fame. it all sounds so glamourous,even though i am sure they aren't that happy. if they are as miserable as me, HOLY shit. i'm so so sorry for them. i am so so so so so so fucking sorry for them. but i don't think you can comprehend it. if i can't comprehend my own thoughts,then you definitely can't. i love the fact that i am so mysterious to you and everybody else-- but at the same time i fucking hate it.