Dear deviantArt watchers- nay- friends.
The only true friends I have come to respect.
I love you all, and today, I come before all of you with a critique. With a personal opinion I want from each of you.
Yes, some people I know will read this that I don't exactly want to, but I need all of your guy's thoughts on this.

Since I wrote [link] , things have been going downhill.
I gave up talking to those 'friends' of mine, since I seemed to just get in their way. So I'm down to... let's see... four people that will listen to me in real life. And they're all guys.
Today, I was telling them about this girl. She's not a very nice girl, you see. She likes to hit. She likes to be mean. She likes to steal my friends. She's stolen the only friend I really had in my default grade, so I'm not exactly pleased with her. Oh wait, did I skip the fact that she's buddy-buddy with my boyfriend? He'd rather take her side than mine, too.

...I have decided not to tell him anything anymore. I can't stand getting in another fight with him, because our last fight fucked me up so bad. I never want to go through that again.
And even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell him about my current issues with this girl, because, well, yeah. :/

Relating back to a journal that I just deleted,
One person's issues + other person swallowing all of their own issues = Perfect Relationship.

Today I also got kicked out of my French class. It's the first time I've had to go out into the hallway for something. Ever.
I said how the Base Program (these kids that shouldn't be allowed to be at our school, since they're not paying to go here and are rejects of public school, so I don't know what the hell they're doing at my school) makes me frightened because I feel like I'm going to get mugged. I have kind of a sense for people that would do that, and I take it pretty seriously when it hits me.
Just mugged. Nothing explicit. I was kicked out for about a minute to think about what I had said. But what about that was bad? I was just saying how I felt a tad bit intimidated by their presence.

My lungs have also been bothering me. You know how sometimes when you're blowing up a balloon and you get a silly one that has a part of it that won't expand like the rest of it, but if you continue to blow it up, eventually it will pop? Yeah. That's my left lung. It's been like this for a week now, and it's getting more painful each day. I also can't sleep anymore... when I begin to drift off into sleep, I forget to breathe, causing me to wake up and gasp.


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However, whatever may happen, my love,
Come what may, I will love you till my dying day.