Lady†Absinthe

I need to fill up space, and that is the only reason I am writing an about me.
I got to thinking today, about people and their so-called probems. There are things that anger me, but nothing cuts the cake like the ones with fake tears. There was this girl in 8th grade who cut herself once because her mother took her cell phone away. She then proceeded to tell all of her "closest" friends about her newfound hobbie. Lets just say that she was friends with quite alot of people.
Now, I am going to be respectful and not name anyone, I am pretty sure most of you know who I speak of, if not one of the many other girls who enjoyed showing of there scars.
Basicly, there is no such thing as feelings anymore. No such thing as moods. I refuse to say "how are you" anymore, for in the end, people always say they are doing fine. Hell, even I do so when everything has gone to shit. But what is the point of asking a question that everyone is going to lie too. It is indeed, ludicrous.
Now onto another rant of mine.
Is there and has there ever been such thing as a "friend"? I do understand that people talk about others, but there comes a time when we learn to stop. How can we call someone a friend after we just got through spitting a bunch of junk to another. Everyone does it. I do it, though I try my hardest not too. Maybe the world really has lost it. Or maybe just myself.
Dear Myspace,
Today was rather boring. Just like every other day. As I sat around(actually, my time was spent walking, but we won't get into that) waiting for something entertaining to fall from the sky, I began to think about the human body. I have always had a facination with what was in the dreadful thing. My curiosity has peeked lately, for I have had many a time to wonder about random thoughts. Medical Examinater is still a career option I'd like to pursue, but I fear it is too late.