March 28th, 2002

devil girl

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So, here it is Thursday morning....not even 11 am, and twice today I've been the counselor. Between calls, I've listened to thoughts and such on sex lives/love lives. Why? I want to cry. I don't want to hear this, I don't want to be the one everyone comes to anymore. I mean, I will be...because they're friends, and its my nature. But, why do they always come to me when I'm feeling lonely, down, whatever? Never when I'm in a good, cheeful mood. I don't have any more answers than anyone else...I bungle my way through life too. *sigh*