Today was one of the most--screw that. I don't know the right word for it. But--it was strange. This girl I know, Ashleen, she told me she liked me and asked me out. I had figured this much already, because she asked me if I had a girlfriend quite a few times before. And since, of course, I'm interested in Danielle, I declined her. But afterwords she didn't freak out. She was calm and everything, just smooth. That's when she told me she hated her mom. She said her mom accuses her of sleeping with a guy everytime one is mentioned, and when she gets on the net her mom thinks she's surfing porn. She said she didn't want to tell her mom to stop treating her that way because she was too scared. She didn't want to tell anyone else because she didn't trust anyone else. She said that whenever she runs or anything like that, she coughs up blood. And she didn't want to tell anyone about that. So how am I, and only I, supposed to help her? I'm not a doctor!! But later, she gave me this note sayong that "I was the best person in the world" and that she'd "never met anyone better." That really made me feel bad. I don't really like her that much, in fact she gets kind of annoying sometimes, but she thinks I'm the best person in the world. That really sucks. The girls. I have six girls that like me, and one girl that I like. Maybe I'm just that nice, or attractive, or whatever that attracts them to me, but it's starting to really take a toll on me. Everyone wants me to hangout with them, and no one else. I can't talk to one REAL friend without another trying to steal me away. And IT IS ANNOYING. I hate the fact that I can't just say "Don't like you, don't like you, don't like you, go away." I'm too nice to say that, and I hate seeing people sad. Sometime I wish I could be a stubborn bastard.