01:34am, Saturday 26 May 2001
Song of the Day: Powderfinger - Up & Down & Back Again (predictable)
My friends mean the world to me. I never, ever treat their
sadness or need with the contempt you do. Breaking a nail
indeed! My friends know my worth. You know nothing.
You judge me on hormonal swings instead of using your so
called gift of perception. You write me off as some sort of
psycho without ever really thinking about how highly I
thought of you.
How many people thought as highly of you? How many
people care whether you're happy or not?
How many people care that your life is not always
peachy?
And better yet, how many people disregard the arrogant,
facetious facade you put up as a mask to the rest of the
world and look underneath to what sometimes shows through
as the real you? Can you say synchronised watches? Can you
say coat-label? Can you say web logs? Can you say up and
down and back again? #1 on the people-you-didn't-fuck-up
list? Forget it. I'm #1 on the list of things you let go.
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