Yesterday I was in the worst mood. I wouldn't talk to anyone. Ian and Will asked me to do something with them, I didn't want to hang out with anyone at the time so I told them my mom said I couldn't. Sturgill ended up comming over last night at like 9:30. We hung out and listened to country music, like old times. It was cool. Me and Ian got in somewhat of a fight (if you would even call it that) because I "was being a bitch earlier and lied to him about hanging out". He told me he doesn't get mad so I should have just told him I didn't want to hang out, which I probably should have, but when I am in a pissy mood things don't come out like they are supposed to and I probably would have told him I didn't like him at the time and couldn't stand to be around him right then. Sturgill stayed up talking to Grant, Ian, and Jason. They kept on telling her to throw things at me (I was sleeping). So she went to bed late and is still sleeping and I am about to die I am so bored. Tonight is the Kenny Chesney concert!!!! :D I don't really listen to that much country anymore when I am by myself, I usually just listen to it when I am around my friends because thats what they listen to. Kayla was back in town from Flordia and is leaving again Friday. A HUGE group of people were "invited" (dude, who really gets invited?) to go to the movies and then walk over to the bowling alley. Now, was I invited? I think not, but I guess i'm used to it by now. You know, sitting in your room while your friends are out having a good time because no one thinks to call you or anything? The more and more I think about it, I think I'm somewhat depressed but I don't exactly show it that much anymore. At camp a few weeks ago we had a thing on kids and depression. They had a sheet with signs of depression and I could check off every single one except for maybe two. I used to show it a lot, I would sit at home in my room not talk to anyone at all and wish to die. I realized people were starting to notice and feel sorry for me. My parents were the worst, we were always in fights and whenever we would get into one they would pretty much rub it in that I don't have but one good friend and that I sit at home in my room because no one calls me or anything. I hate how when I get mad I don't let people know, I hate getting into fights, it causes so much drama. So I keep everything inside (or write it in here) and it just keeps getting worse, but yet I have hidden how i felt so people can't tell. I would probably have no friends if people knew how I felt, who wants to hang out with a little depressed kid?