i have to wear glasses. i look like a dork but not the good kind. im tired and never writei n here anymore because i dont have time. its not that im busy busy bisy though. i wish that i had more to tell. me and peter read books together and eat together and do our shopping and our washing together. he is the only one i trust. i dont need any other friends when i have him because no body else seems to understand.
its duncans birthday today. he is 18 and i think hes great. he little and crazy but 'our' friend nonetheless. he understands more than any other people. Friend is such a catchy title - just be careful where you use it. im always a pesimist - i cant even spell it.
damn.