• More ranting. This is an excerpt of what a friend of mine posted to the entire world on Myspace today, addressed to this guy that hurt her: "Now I seek love in God. God has always been there. And you? Not so much. The people in my world, now they're what I have, what I need. Unlike you, I think they really care. Thank you for teaching me: LOVE doesn't abandon, LOVE doesn't change, LOVE cares for others more than themselves, and LOVE knows what LOVE is. TRUE LOVE, on the other hand, does all this, and if it's meant to be, it will happen. You weren't it. But I LOVE you. Not in the same way. TRUE LOVE is mutual. This is just hopeless. So I don't. The others that I've loved, don't know, or did, or won't, or can't." What the crap, Kristen? This ticks me off on so many levels. First level - I've been here for her, loved her more (albeit in a different way) than frickin' London boy, treated her well when he wasn't, let her cry on my shoulder. *Now,* when London boy finally breaks her, like we all knew he would, she's going to turn to her friends, to God? Now that she feels the void where he was, she wants me and her other friends to fill it? Way to make me feel like a good sister in Christ. She's blown us off, talked our ears off, sobbed dramatically in public, and made a fool of herself while we stood by her. And she only realizes she loves us when he decides to stop standing by her. Nice. Second level - she's such a frickin' drama queen. She always has been, but I've put up with it well. She's over two years younger than me, so I try to be like a big sister to her, set her a good example, what have you. So London boy deserts her, and she makes it known to the entire stinkin' world. Now lately her drama has gotten annoying - she'll call the band to a different room during Chris's message, making us all worried, to tell us basically that she's conflicted about the vocals and wants us to know that she's having trouble. Tell us at practice the week before, not halfway through the set. I cannot believe her sometimes. I keep reminding myself that she's only 15 . . . she's over two years younger than me. I need to cut her slack - not that many 15-year-olds are even as deal-with-able as she is, I guess. I'm used to my other friends, though, who are over a year younger than me and act the same age I act - about 20. We get along well like that. It whacks me out how she can act the way she does.

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