I'm talking about the internet.

I love coming online, escaping from my world, and just ... talking to people who actually think i'm nice and worth while.

And yet i hate the net ... i get paranoid, coz i think people are judging me, and i'm sure you all are. But ... its not like i know you people in reality, so i shouldn't care whether or not you like me. But i want people to like me ... coz i'm pathetic ... coz i need proof i'm likeable (i have friends ... but ... sometimes i just feel ... they don't care about me enough ... and anyway, i won them over by being a dumb blonde bitch) ... coz i ... i want to know if its just me who's making the world shit.

Okay, so obviously i'm not making the world shit ... i mean, if i had it my way there would be no murder and screwed up psychos. But ... wat i mean ... is ... i am making the world shit for me. And ... i don't want it to be me. I want it to be others who are screwed up ... and others who make me feel this ...

If it is me ... than ... maybe ... i AM worthless, like i tell myself, like my mum infers, like ... the way i feel ...

Geez, way to go Emma! Just make you and your blog depressed! *slaps forehead* ...

Okay, if i don't finish my geography i'm gonna fail. Okay ... BYE til tomorrow ...