great. all the people i love the most have lost all faith in me. spectacular. and who do you go to, no one, because they're the shoulder you usually cry on. so instead i'll cry by myself alone on a saturday night, with a shitty hard cider, and a girly movie which only makes the problem 17 times as worse because i'm still here alone. for fucking ever. a fucking robot, about to run out of batteries. i'm off to cry myself to sleep. cheers.