I don't understand some people, maybe it's just my friends that are so freaking strange, and not in a good way. They all spend their time thinking about what others think, what others do. What kind of existence is that, to be under someone elses thumb, and that person doesn't even know you exist most likely. It's soo fucked, I don't know how I'd survive like that, I'd kill myself most likely. I hate to complain about my friends, because I should be happy they are still with me. They've stuck it out even when I was completely antagonistic towards everybody and they're still all supportive of all the (or most) of the things I've done. Grrr...I think I might be bi-polar or something, I should get that checked out.