Pretty good weekend. Can't deny that. Even the awkwardness at the grad party friday night wasn't that bad. and the after grad party party that consisted of...well, me and laurel, was good. Except the part where I got sick. 4 times. And then adam's grad party was happy. I told him I am a circle and he is a square, and I just don't fit. And then later on that night he was talking about how we both have compulsive hands, and then said "see, circle in a circle hole." I could have cried and laughed and danced all at the same time. Bliss. And its about time.

I'm sick of feeling stupid. I'm sick of feeling like I'm losing my best friend. I'm sick of feeling alone, no matter what I do. I'm sick of wanting to be close to someone, and its not happening. I'm sick of crying alone. I'm sick of not being in charge of my own life. It makes me want to just take it into my own hands. I'm sick of being hopeless. I'm sick sick sick sick sick. Of everything. And I don't think I can take it. I'm weak. And I can't get over it.