This week has got me up and down. I'm scared Adam's going to break up with me because his friends and what he does for fun doesn't fit in my lifestyle. Or vise versa. I guess it's hard, but us alone... man we're so great. Just with people, it's different... well, to a point. What ever. After school I told my dad I was going to study some physics and some math. Basically, I had to be home by five:thirty-ish or six. So until five:twenty I had to wait around while people smoked a two blunts. Then I finally saw Adam. And something's up. I swear I'm not going crazy. I swear. I think one of my friends and him are hitting it off. Maybe that's true.. you know what? I don't care. Actually, I do. A lot. But what ever. Fuck it. Meck... but yeah. I accidentally ruined the party cause my brother's phone died and well.. there was no way of contacting him to pick me up. I thought I was going to get caught by my father. I didn't... but now I feel like shit. Gr. Everyone was smoking dope around me and I didn't even hit it... but I still got sorta messed up. Not all chill or anything. Just the dry mouth and then just... feeling like shit for a while. Ugh, what ever. Maybe Adam and I can hang out this weekend. I hope so.