They're so lovey dovey and so little real. They make money of peoples dreams for what they wish would happen I am sure. What really happens is so much more depressing. I can't wait until I get out of this country to tenerife for two measly weeks, it'll be brilliant. Party happened on saturday, I wasn't invited and didn't want to crash, sounds like every other party too me.
Humans are all the same.
I always wonder that, and never get an answer. I feel ill. I dunno why, but I do. Love issues are pushed aside. Despite the fact I'm becoming the only guy around here without someone interested in me, I am fairly confident that i don't care.