My Family

you ever stay up deciding whether to cry or not? i do. frequently. i dont wanna seem emo or anything (even tho emo guys are smoking hot), but i often have to make the decision whether to cry or lay in bed wanting to cry. pretty dismal, right? my moms been on some steroids that have made her insane- and my dads always been insane- so it really sucks right now. i've been hating it. but (i love buts, they make bad stories sound so nice) i have some prospects in the guy world. what happens when you put a frenchman, an irishman, and mikey in the same summer school class(and seat them all next to each other)? good things. good things happen. ive been really good friends with the irishman for a while (irish swede- i know no better combo) and our friendship has really blossomed; i feel like i could take it to the next level eventually. the frenchman is the most attractive guy i know. hes been all over me some days, and wont even look at me on others. hes weird as hell. OH-B texted me again over the break randomly and i fell apart. i hate that. i feel like the smallest things mean love. its rough. but i have to thank maddie and austin and david for helping me through it. if, by some odd chance, someone else reads this- visit maddies blog (savedbytheblog14.blogspot.com) and the bdny forum (bdnynation.yuku.com)