Diary Except # 36

-April 29 2011

"Times are always hard for dreamers." - Amelie

The truth in this statement rings clearer every day. I am a dreamer,

and I will never fit anywhere.

The prince of wales married his princess today. My American sense didn't allow me to go cuckoo over it, but my dreamy sensibility did go through all the reblogged pictures and cooed over the princess's dress. Two people so in love is always lovely to see. I hope they are very happy together.

Love in America is not nearly as lovely as it is in England today. In fact, I'm starting to believe that love doesn't exist here at all. We just make stuff up and call it love to make ourselves feel better about how horrid we are to each other.

Because, truly, we are horrid to each other.

I'm angry with her. I'm angry with him.

I know it's unreasonable,

but that's just tough.

Because I'm pissed.

I would never have done that to them.


I have very little faith in humanity today.

And I'm worried it won't ever get any better.


  1. keep dreaming. it's good for you. it's so important, dear. x

  2. lyou and i alike, lovely diana x