Sometimes, it really seems like I'm the "Karen" of the group. I end up being the butt of the jokes The insults And they tend to ignore me. And (rea) likes to argue with me about everything. So that's just kinda fucked up. I mean, Kelly and Sara are bugged at the fact that I swear. But I don't really give a shit anymore, you know? Megan and Rachel seem to be the best at the moment. Rachel is so worried over things though, I'm amazed she's retaining any level of sanity. Especially with being friends with us. Deja is just always so sad. But then there is me, who wants to be in good with everyone. But like Saturday, at the dance, I was the odd man out. Sara was my "date" and andrea was rachel's "Date" so. I thought it kind of obnoxious I was the left out one. So I occupied myself by taking pictures of people. Most of whom I really don't even like. Dianna was gorgeous though.. But then again, damn that bitch she's always adorably pretty. Graduation is coming. I am sad, but happy. Sad because it marks the end of an era. Nobody will be demanding I wake up in September. Happy because it means I'll be out of there. But I don't want to lose my friends. I hate feeling needy, but they make me feel like a piece of shit just for asking for a ride home. And I'm sure I'll never hear the end of it about how I didn't go to the AP psych review today. ("just because I didn't want to walk home.) Okay. It's two miles... almost. But when you're by yourself, and it's 40 degrees outside when you have friends who went too, and you live on their way and they say "no I can't take you home I have to go to work," That's just kind of fucked up. Like just stopping across the street in your straight little path is going to make you eternally late. Especially when you claim that we're all Bffs. Yeah whatever. Forever doesn't exist. Not really. But I can't get into that or I'll never freaking get to sleep, you know. I really should stop, but I can't find the strength to write it all down, typing is so much easier. Nobody even really said thank you to my mother after she was the driver for us all over hell and took us all to village inn for pie. Nope. No "thanks sarah's mom" or "wow I really appreciate this" Nothing. I'm seriously shocked. But oh well. Focus on my studies and pretty soon I'll have failed the AP tests and will put on a fake smile at graduation. Fuck the party. Nobody would come anyway.