Within the next three weeks, I'm going to be a mother to a bouncing baby boy. Lol. It's exciting. ... Well, the idea of screaming, peeing and pooping and farting at the same time in front of seven complete strangers during the course of labor.... Not so much. -_-
Things have been... Stressful as of late to say the least. >>; One of my closest friends recently tried to kill himself... And somehow, I can't help but feel at least a little responsible, even though everyone I talk to says that I had nothing to do with what was running though his head. But... Still... I was, am still, his best friend. He could have came to me first, I would have listened to anything he wanted to say. So why didn't he? Did he even take 'my' fucking feelings into account? Damn it... This just pisses me off, and I'm probably going to go cry again. Damn it, damn it... Damn it.
P.S- Sorry guys... I just had to vent somewhere. A