I really hope this brings closure to everything that's been going on within these past few months. I know I'm not involved and I don't want to be but I'm tired of seeing people get stabbed in the back and betrayed by who they thought were their "friends". You never know who your true friends are until times like these come up. That's when they show their true colors and normally, that color is always a dark one. It amazes me how someone can lie to someone's face. Actually, this person has lied to more than one person's face and that's what amazes me. This person has now lost everyone they were close to. I feel sorry for this person in a way, but then again I guess this person got what they deserved in the long run. I'm glad that Dallas and his sister are back to talking again. I'm not exactly sure if they consider themselves friends or not but I'm glad there's no longer a grudge. Sam and Dallas are talking again and that's a good thing. And Dallas, Lauren, and I are all still as strong of friends as we could be. I know that Dallas and Lauren are my true friends and I would do anything for them. Including defending them when things are said about them. I opened my big mouth when all of this was going on and I probably shouldn't have. I made myself look stupid and immature and I regret ever trying to get in the middle of this by talking shit and picking fights. Sounds like middle school drama to me and I'm a fucking 17-year-old senior in high school who has less than 4 months before she graduates and ventures out into the real world. I should've had more sense than that. I'm glad that all of this has hopefully come to an end even though in the end, some are left hurt. I apologize to those who are, but, this is the only way you find out who your true friends are. Let this be a lesson to all of us. Well, it's 2 in the morning and I'm tired as hell. Jeff woke me up when he got up to get ready for work and to got me to move my car. I feel like complete shit. I'm definitely sick. I'm off tomorrow so I'll probably stay in bed all day. This is what I get for taking on a promotion and not eating right. Like my fat ass needs to eat, anyway, but. Still. That's probably what got me sick. Oh well. Hopefully I'll get over this soon. By the way, I hate being on the rag. It really sucks when you're sick too. Anyway, goodnight. I love you guys. (You know who you are.)