I'm starting to..

wonder if my friends aren't really who they seem to be. I don't know who to believe. Sure, I can listen to gossip and assume that I know my friends and that they'd never do that; But what do I know? I doubt I really know who my friends really are anyways. They never tell anything and I always feel like a third wheel. I don't really connect with any of them. Right now, I'm missing all those long talks with Jenny, she's probably the only one that can really calm me down and sometimes make me cry. I think she's the only one that really cares, she's proven to me that she's an amazing friend that I'd never want to lose. If only other could be like her.

I've learned only a few things calm me down; playing DDR, practicing guitar, and venting.

Bleh, I don't even know why I'm writing a blog, no one ever reads it anyways.

Lately, my mother has been pissing me off. One thing is her stupid affair that she's having. Second, she bitches at me for the littlest things. And now, she won't even let me hang out with my friends. The reason? She thinks they do drugs, just because one of her friends talking about teenagers and drugs. I mean, I can't say she's wrong or she's right. I really don't know if my friends do them, I'm pretty sure they don't, but you never know.