So I went crazy again for all I know. I was really really mad and then I was on the verge of crying again so I decided to go running. And I kinda hid from my dad so he wouldn't ask me what was wrong. Then I ran and everytime I thought of crying again I ran faster. Suddenly I was about four miles from home and really tired. And I forgot what made me mad. So then I was confused. And I ran home looking funny. Then I got home and my dad asked me if something was wrong because I seemed depressed to him. At the time I wasn't, I was just dazed. Kinda wierd, but now it bothers me that I just went crazy. Maybe I didn't have a reason, maybe I'm bipolar. I'm also contiplating more stupid stuff. Like do I actually have a girlfriend, can I actually say that? We've done alot but never been on a real date. Maybe I'm just stupid or too shy to say it. I guess at this rate I'll never know. Oh and do I actually love anyone now? I'm not sure what it is anyhow. I don't love my parents. I like them alot. I don't love my brother, I kinda dislike him, and not just in the brother hating way. And kate I don't know hardly enough. But I do think that I loved (don't laugh seriously) my dead cat. Well I did! If that isn't love what is? Hmm, you define it! Yeah hard huh! I just gave my journal to Kate and now I have to work really hard to say stuff that I would normally say. Bye like