I'm like this flower person. Give me flowers and candy and that's enough, it's not like I want more, but I know other girls have other expectations, but I don't, you see, I'm okay with flowers, cos flowers are the prettiest things that earth has to offer and who am I not to be pleased?

I don't want more, never wanted more, but everyone gets really ticked when they don't get what they want, but they have brilliant things around them that I'd die for, but you know, I don't crave, don't want more.

Tonight I went out with my friends and ate Chinese food and drank lemonade and we sat on the terrace and we laughed so hard and we were just four but that's enough, I saw myself in their faces and it was fine.

I perfumed my hair and I tied it with three ribbons and then I put green on my eyelids and my shoes were scratched by my neighbour's kitty, she was in my bathroom, she fell from the air vent. I didn't punish her. Always wanted to fit in an air vent. I walked out half-dressed and saw the city at night.

It's not so fun anymore, but my friends and I are having a blast.

Passed a bookshop today and felt like breaking the window cos I saw a cover of two people, a man and a woman jumping in a lake together, they were holding hands, she was wearing a ball gown and he was wearing a tux and it reminded me that I don't think love is immortal.

Watching Grey's Anatomy and then flippin off and sleeping under the couch and I find pennies and an old picture of my aunt and her dog and I'm like I'll get a dog.

Walk in the morning, call my friends, talk about last night when they had to carry me home. I secretly fancy one of them and he's married. Oh, I don't like single people, never did. They carry around more kindness once they're married.

Stop by the pet shop and there are no dogs so I make a scene. Want to call my lawyers for this case, but I go to the park and sit down on a bench and wait for a stray dog.

I'm wearing my yellow socks and a green dress and black stockings and a red belt and five blue bracelets on one hand, a black choker and a pearl necklace and an emerald necklace and a red one made of oysters. I put up my hair in a bun and stuck a magnolia to it and a primrose. My purse is full of different brands of lipstick and three magazines that have those free samples, then there's a book on koalas cos I love them and a band aid and some scrunchies and a peanutbutter jar for those times. Oh and in the left pocket I have wrapped leftovers from last night.

Will I ever get a good job? No. Will I ever get a good nail polish? Not likely.

Will I ever have natural red hair?

Will I ever make a scene at someone's wedding?

Will I ever find my diary again?

Will I ever stop writing shit in it?

Will I ever stop developing feelings for lamp posts?

Will I ever skateboard in the future?

Will I ever eat cotton candy without feeling guilty?

Will I ever be interested in Economy?

Will I ever buy a cheaper shampoo?

Will I ever laugh at the right time?

Will I ever wash away the makeup after a party?

Will I ever write poetry that I send to FHM magazine?

Will I ever wear purple underwear?

Will I ever stop hating onions?

Will I ever get up?

I demand too much of myself.