Just one of those times where I'm thinking I can't live without friends. I've gone through some events, not many because I'm a loser, that I've wanted to just crawl in a hole and eat rat poison. But then, I go hang out with a friend or 2, and I realize, you know what, this isn't the end of the world, this is just one really fucking suck-ass event in my life. These are the things that make us who we are and will be. Unfortunately, I sometimes think that they'll turn me into the asshole that I don't want to be. Bitterness oozes out of my pores sometimes. I wanted to hate, to pour molten battery acid onto everything, anything and melt the world away. I'm getting over it. I love my friends. Don't tell them that though. They might think I'm some kind of big softy. So anyway, off to the Queen Mary tonight for an eventful scary evening hopefully. Too bad I don't get scared. Scurred? Don't be scurred now. Ok, enough. Don't worry people, I think this'll be the only mushy-ish entry I'll make. Feel free to not comment please.