Dying to share our problems, make everything alright?

Don't you like to write journals?
I do, because it's such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel like you've done something.
I decided to write this journal entry because of course,
i'd rather not work,
but i'd like to feel like i've done something.
My life has a tendency to fall apart when i'm awake.
you know?
like a nightmare, but with no sleep.
like the sleep without the dream.
Tired girls need to rest there weary heads and dream of candy canes, sweethearts and childhood dreams long gone.
Theres always some reason why we cant though.
sometimes i pause to think why should anybody be interested in some girl,
with fancy words,
and heart of gold?
i wish i had big boobs.
blonde hair.
and was a size 8.
maybe i'd have more chance of winning.
but ive got being real on my side.
and i can write it better than you could have felt it.
score to me.
but remember.
no friend is as loyal as a book.
thats why i want to write the novel that could be your best friend.
the novel that makes you feel better about your life.
something to make you laugh and cry.
hell i'll just write it about me.
nobodys there when i get home.
im watching movies on my own.
your photos on my bedroom wall.
i sit here waiting for your call.
i hate to say goodbye.
maybe what i feel.
you feel inside.