Sara answered T's phone last night. I've been trying to like Sara. God knows why. Not like she's of importance to me. No, not at all. But, at the same time, I must make friends with people because I'm trying to go by the rule:"I am my Brother's keeper". I don't want death or harm to come to anyone I come in contact with. I don't know why. Because as much as I try, people are going to be mean, obnoxious, and rude to me. And that's life. Yet, I just, I don't know. I hate being mean. People think it's just my attitude, but it's not. Do you think I could get away with that with the out-spoken, and loud, and opinionated people I hand around with? No. It's NOT me. But because they think it is, and because I've been forced to show that to people, it's all they have of me. I'm tired of it. I regret to inform the world, but, I've become my brother's keeper and refuse to be mean or curse at my fellow person, because...it's not me. Keep hope...