Friday, September 14, 2007
If I had a dollar
for every time I thought about how much I suck and that I'd rather not be around anymore, I'd be a millionaire. And maybe if I was a millionaire, I could buy some friends or at least some material possessions that would make me happy, and maybe I wouldn't think about how much I suck as much? Or maybe I would think about it even more. I don't know.