*sunday, november 4
Maybe it's not fair to let another person's depression bother me, but alas it has. And then we got in a big fight and they think it's like the end of our friendship or something... It's as if they wanted it that way. If they cared about being my friend in the first place they'd realize there's still so much to talk about. No one wants to make an effort...?
I'm feeling weird lately. I keep thinking about my cottage and.. stuff. I don't know why.
I couldn't stop thinking about my cottage boys this morning. They want me to go with them to Montreal over new years with them... But I don't know about that. A lot of the time when I hang out with just them I feel like I'm either babysitting or being beat up. Which is retarded, becuase they're some of my best friends. It's hard to explain but a bunch of crazy energetic boys can be like that.
I'm not tired cuz I slept in this morning... But it's almost midnight. That means I'll be screwed over tomorrow. Goddamn.
... I suppose that's it...
~check ya later
