Saturday, December 17, 2005

I think I complain too much. I ask for too much. I expect too much. I live so well and then feel unfortunate and sorry for myself when there's nothing wrong today. I feel like a rich kid. ToK made me feel like all the stuff I've ever done to help people is out of self-interest and I've never felt so cruel and heartless before.

I feel like a total identity-less bitch who lives in between worlds and in between lives and wants to be something else. I don't know.