People suck Not the happiest way to start an entry? Well, I'm not the happiest person in the world. I'm sick of my friends getting hurt. And even worse than that I'm sick of my "friends" hurting me. Yeah, I said it. Its cool if you have an opinion of somebody, but keep it to yourself if one of their good friends is there. And even if you can't, then at least don't exclude that person. So lately more and more I've been realizing who my real friends are. The ones that are there for me all the time. Whatever, maybe it just bothered me because it was such a long morning. This weekend was weird. In addition to figuring out the people who are worth caring about in my life I've also found stability. Yeah, who'd have thought it was possible? For once things seem to make sense. And who cares if he has the same shoes as Michelle? :) I'm ready for summer. Oh, and just for the hell of it, exactly one month until my birthday. 17? Somedays I still feel like I'm twelve. Maybe thats a good thing? If only it were 11:11