Went to a movie tonight, The Island, got fifth wheeled... damn I miss him. I played with my duck and also my... currently nicknameless friend... we made crepes, and watched Moulin Rouge. Good times. I dont really have anything else to say. My friends knowingly wheeled me. I hate being wheeled. I admit that I sometimes do wheeling, but not so much. Two in row... shit I hate life right now. I miss them all, I will see them when I go to school again, but I dont want to go to school... I would rather just see them... all the time. Him:"So, hows the love life?" Me:"I dont know, everyone is on vacation" Him:"lol" Me:"I dont really... love... anyone" Him:"Aww, you should, it comes with so much sadness and drama!" Me:"Exactly" He lives in Idaho now, I miss him. Fuck fuck fuck... I hate life, and life hates me... Tommorow they are both going to California... so much for my weekend. One of them is getting back on monday, the other on is getting back next thursday. I have to go to drumcamp on friday and saterday. I dont want to go. Band camp is all next week. I dont want to go there either. I would rather just hide in the dark recesses of my basement untill I eventually die of... whatever. Death sounds fun right now, lets do that! in the name of the wheeled