My life is perfect. An addiction to plastic always narrows down my decision-making when it comes to meals. Plus, my parents are never home, so no yelling! We have no money to get with a good therapist, but money is the root of all evil, right? Ooh, plus, my room flooded and my DS was murdered! Thank god I got rid of all my crap. I'm feeling depressed and emotional, but tears are good for your eyes, right? I don't ever ever talk to other people offline anymore, but they're probably either bad influences or dead like my pal in Joplin. Pssh. BUT, BEST OF ALL, I got to take a crazy mix of drugs from someone that said they'd make me feel better! Maybe insomnia, dizzyness and an upset stomach are minor side effects. Yep, I LOVE my stupid jdedi6yitg life.