9:46 Sunday Morning   You're Right It always does, I guess. And it's a good thing, too. ----------------- 1:39 p.m. My life is great. I had a perfect childhood. Nothing traumatic ever happened to me. I'm not overweight or hormonally imbalanced. I have a wonderful awesome hott sweet smart boyfriend. My friends rock my world. I have a giant inflatable sword. I don't know why I was so depressed yesterday. I don't know why I feel so sad. Especially when I'm so happy. ------------------- 4:18 p.m. Dreams of the future. I used to know exactly what I wanted. Now I'm torn between two very different worlds. Augh, I hate coming inside from a sunny day. Everything looks like old faded photographs. There's hardly any contrast. Even the blackest of black is a shiny bluish colour that is eerily ethereal. I know it's just the UV Rays talking, but I think you're gorgeous. Don't be too offended now, Just wait five minutes for my blue tinted vision dies away. Oh. I didn't realise this was how your soul was. ----------------- 6:13 p.m. People who say there's no harm or trouble in asking have obviously never met my dad.