well id like it back. i want to go back and make myself care. its not a decision that you can make for me. when you could, you didnt. so now i have to sit here and contemplate the fact that the fairytale life seductively calling from the pages of nylon and vogue are nothing more than dreams. pathetic dreams, likened to that of a lowly schoolgirl consumed in befriending the higher class inhabiting the playground. well im not after joining any clubs, im not about to sell my sell for shoes and perfume- but it would be nice to have the choice, you know?