Urgh.

Well, I'm kind of pissed at my friends. and I don't actually feel like I can tell anyone. Which is stupid. I mean, I could talk to them about it. Get any problems resolved, because I feel like there are problems (though what they might be, I'm not sure). I could talk to my sister about it, because she is practically right next to me. I could tell my mom, because she is simply a text message away (even though I doubt she may actually respond). Or I could tell Jackie (when she gets back), because she seems good at advice and stuff.

I just.. I dunno. I feel like I need to rant about this. It probably doesn't help that I feel sick as well. And the fact that I'm stuck in a small apartment with three other girls (and often their boyfriends) probably doesn't help.  It just bothers me that  my friends kind of.. Well it seems like they are either ignoring me, or just plain avoiding me, or even just trying to humor me. I realize they have their own problems. I know homeskillet has problems she has to deal with right now, and I know homegurl has a life. But I just. I suppose I just feel a bit unloved. Homegurl is creating stuff, and I realize that this is important to her, and I try to help out, but... it just doesn't seem I can. And Homeskillet just isn't in a talkative mood, it seems. She is either having friend problems, or someone has done something, or shit has hit the fan. I don't know. No one tells me shit anymore. And if they do, it's always about twelve hours after the shit happens.

I should just shut up and continue doing what I know how to. Makin' plushies. Not trying to find out what's wrong with the people I call friends.