I'm acting like such a fool these days. Every logical and rational thought I've had has been twisted and thrown askew. I'm just a mess. A well put together mess. I feel like I'm slowing declining from a long recovery. A family friend has returned from Morocco to pile of problems. We talked about it for a while though. Our friend is in jail because of his drunken talk. Our friend drank too much and was rambling. Because of his dark complexion and his drunken ramble, someone called the police on him and he is being accused of being a terrorist. The other major problem is he came home to see that his wife moved out. Samir is so positive about everything, and now that I think about it, I shouldn't be so frantic and I shouldn't be so anxious and stressed. There's a lot of things I shouldn't be, but I am. Things right now just aren't good, and I feel like everytime I write in here I complain. I'm just exhausted as hell. My best friend of 12 years is moving away. My mother's drinking is horrible and is being speculated from just about everyone. My boss has taken advantage of me. He doesn't answer me anymore. She never calls. They are never there. It never happens.