Im crying over a pizza right now, and im high. I dont know why I smoked I felt like I needed it. Sometimes I think about things like this, and it makes me very emotional. My sisters have all achieved so much more than me, and theyre so much more mature than me. Theyre better people than me in every way. And yet, why was I never nicer to them? Im always so bossy and strict. I hope they know how much I love them.