I'm on my way to the party right now...

So.

I just had this talk with one of my friends who is 'depressed'. (Reason quoted is because this girl I know says she is depressed all the time...I'm kind of sick of the word, I like, DYING better.)I used to like him a lot, but now, I prefer friendship over anything. He doesn't talk much, making me feel like an ass when I do talk. I feel like I annoy the fucking shit-to out of him. He never goes out anywhere either...

So. ONTO WILL. He's like, my new stalker. He's 29 and going to be 30 in November... do I care? Not really. He's okay; he's nice, loves to talk on the phone, and can't get enough of me. Not to mention he gets off on hearing my voice...;D

Yeah, I don't know though. Time will tell.

Kasey is like, my new best friend. I don't know, I kind of just, thought of it that way I guess. It kind of goes like this:

1) Tash
2) Kasey
3) Gen
4) Amy

I know the last person would probably get so mad at this, but whatever. She's been that way.

I don't know what to think anymore. Right now, writing a poem sounds really good. Hmm...I might just go do that.

Poem about what though?

Life. Death. Crying. Laughing. Bleeding. Hoping.

Hoping that one day, I'll actually have a FUCKING LIFE.