Wednesday. I have another sore throat and a cough. This is just not my fortnight.

I guess we could sum this all up with the following: I don't want to see anybody, do anything, be anywhere but home. I want peace, and i want to be by myself. I want people to suddenly realise the one important thing about me. Steve gave me the perfect analogy. He said:
We're like a parachute. You dont miss us until we dont work. then its too late.

Well I'm not working. Find your own love advice. Fix your own problems. Benefit from your own mother, instead of me. I don't want to hear about the friends you're not talking to, I don't want to hear about this man and that man, I don't want to have to advise you on what to wear today. I don't want to help you figure out what's wrong with your cellphone, I coulnd't care less about whether the recipe i gave you turns out or not. I don't want to chit chat and I'm tired of people asking me how I am without waiting for an answer. I'm sick of people who care about nothing but money, and I'm sick of those so prejudiced against life that they can't even see themselves.

I'm tired of being unappreciated and unloved. I'm tired of not getting deserved attention and being taken for granted.

So here is my cellphone and my bank card. My keys and my organizer. Find a new punching bag.