Friends and Giraffes

Something nice happened last night, made me feel liked, but then I began to question motives and stuff. Why don't I like to be happy? I don't get it at all. Happy is something that I can only remember truly being about 2 years ago, before my GCSE's. I was happy then, then one day, I changed, threw away what was making me so happy, and got weird. That was when I stopped dressing in Pedal Pushers and started wearing Black. That was when Nirvana and Marilyn Manson started making an appearance in my record collection. When I stopped listening to [Kula:Shaker] and started being moody. Sorta coincided with going into VIth form. I really would like to know what happened, I personally can't figure it out. All I'd like to say is thankyou to Andy and more recently Lew-Lew, who were there at the two really down parts. Don't get me wrong, there were other people, *Phil, Leccie and Jane* to name a few, but these two were DAHLINGS at this time. Thankyou.

The latest toys with [Kinder Eggs] are [Giraffes. HELP!]