8:12 p.m. - January 27, 2010
It made me a bit sad to think of the things that can't be bought - a group of friends to celebrate with, buying that longed-for luxury for someone important in my life, a feeling of accomplishment.
I wish sometimes things like a 50 inch plasma television or a fancy car made me happy, or a closet full of nice clothes, or nights out spent drinking top-shelf liquor. Something. Anything.
Instead, I come home and curl in a ball and feel bad.
I don't understand.