I know I'm a fuck up, and I deal with that. Whatever, it's not important. I could go off about how the two people I loved have loved someone else that had the same name, and ok, whatever. I don't care. I AM a-sexual now.
Yes, I did get emo the other night, I was drunk, what else is new?
My mom talked to Cara today, big deal.
I want to be Cara's friend still, really bad. And I don't know why.
She has valid reasons for hating me. I wish that Marjorie would hate me, too. But I'm also glad she doesn't, and she puts up with my shit. It's actually a really amazing act of character.