Hmm

If you read all of that last post dibs. Initially I didn't intend on making it so long I swear!

One thing, sort of irrelevant. Haha, I was reading Alyssa's blog where she complains of this emotional hell or well as she describes it.. you know, being in America and having access to such surplus, it really makes it hard for our elaborate woeful poetry to have any meaning to it. Haha.. it just makes us sound like spoiled rotten brats. I think I'd much rather be rejected socially than scraping potato scraps for my dying sister.

To what end can we not even complain anymore! Such a sad fate....