this whole life thing is totally over-rated. and I hate it. life in general sux but the show must go on. even though I really don't want it too. family was here last weekend. they were gone for an hour and I missed them. I wish I could run away to VA Beach and stay for forever. those people are my life. and I hate this. CSI: New York is my new obsession. It has become the love of my life. it's amazing. I live to watch it. it gets me thru the day. stupid I know Sydney hasn't been around for almost two weeks. she's the only REAL friend that I have that I can actually talk to and she attempts to give me help Winter formal is for weirdos and I swear I WILL NEVER GO!!!!! I am hapily devoting my Friday nite to a CSI marathon with my mom. and then attempting to beat my uncles @ poker. my life is falling apart. just when it started to get better. It makes me . dead . I just wish I could curl up and die. it sounds like perfect fun to me. it's not like anyone would miss me. I mean, why would they?