I'm causing my own problems. But the pain inside is so much for one person to bear... Too much. For me at least. I will cry at anything. Everything. Because there are so many things. Bad things. But someday I know, good will come from this. Won't it? Good has to come from this. It has to. I'm blabbering on about nothing... Did I mention Joey is going out with Danielle? Instead of me? And that I'm totally peeved about it? Hell, he's even mad at me about something... But I've seen them together and she's happy, and that's all I really care about. I wouldn't give a flying fuck if Joey was miserable. He doesn't appear to have emotions. He doesn't care if I'm miserable... Okay, so maybe I would care a little. But Danielle being happy is one of the greatest things. She's one of my really depressed friends. Lots of issues. <3 I love her. Even though she was a bitch to me up until about a month ago. Shows how much of a hippie I am... Or how much of a puppy. Yeah, that's what I am, a puppy. I love anyone who crosses my path, and I will eternally serve anyone who gives me food. Especially beef jerky. Wow, writing this pointless shit is making me feel surprisingly happy. Tomorrow night will bring much pain and anxiety though. Fucking homework. Fucking school. Fucking failing grade in Geography... Damned projects... Academically, I'm in the shitter. Except Spanish class, where I have an A+. But I failed last quarter, so my official grade can average out to a maximum of C. Go figure. I just hope I pass math and science. They are hellish classes that I really don't want to retake next year, and if I don't pass math but do pass science, I'll have to take biology. I -hate- biology. And I really wish I had more friends... A lot of them are ignoring me at the moment, and I need someone else to lean on. Oh well, at least Morgan will still give me a hug... But apparently she's gone missing... I hope she hasn't run off to kill herself. It's not hard to find a friend you would die for, but one you would live for... Morgan is mine (along with my mom)... I just hope she feels the same about me. And I really hope none of my "real" (non-internet) friends find this... I say a lot about them that I'm not sure they'd want me to share. It's almost midnight, I still haven't finished my homework, and I have to design a costume before lunchtime tomorrow. To reiterate: effing projects. I find this much of a comfort though. I love all of you. <3 Beth