In which Sky is bothered by the little things perhaps more than she should be.

You know what makes me sad? Being defriended by person I thought was a friend and not knowing why.

I'm distressed by my layout. It bothers me intensely and I don't know enough about anything to change it to something that wouldn't bother me.

I want to write, but I can't. I have no inspiration; I don't know what to write about, I dont have any stories that I want to finish. I have no motivation.

And so I am clinging to the lingering happiness brought to my by last night's events.

In which Sky desperately wants someone to pet her.

( Cut for those who don't want to deal with Sky's depressive moods. )

I've downed 4 Coke Blaks since 6:30pm.