You don't know the depths of how spectacular your friends can be until moments like these:

him: "Im sorry. I slept. What's up chica?"
me: "Hey, it's perfectly okay :) I was just freaking out a bit last night because I was on my last steroid and I had drank a fair bit of caffeine thday day, so I was trying to sleep and my heart was racing x.x"
him: "Oh! Im sorry! I wouldve been there had i been awake."
me: "It's really okay :D My heart didn't explode or anything, so we're good! haha. But thank you, seriously."
him: "If for some terrible reason it happens again, lemme know. Im a psychiatrist after all."

XD

"That last kiss I'll cherish until we meet again... and time makes it harder--I wish I could remember. But I keep your memory--you visit me in my sleep. My darling... who knew?"

Just got this mp3, and am loving every second of it.

Currently 808s & Heartbreak By Kanye West Amazing see related

"Amazing"

"I'm a monster, I'm a maven--I know this world is changing. Never gave in, never gave up... I'm the only thing I'm afraid of. And no matter what you'll never take that from me. My reign is as far as your eyes can see."

Love this song. :) "Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland" put me in a better mood concerning...well...everything.

It's a strange sensation to feel...unwanted. And not even "unwanted" in the sense that you were never wanted in the first place.... but unwanted after a "fall from grace." Going from the top to the bottom, but only by virtue of the fact that people....have seemed to tire of you. Yeah, it's really weird, and most of it's probably in my head. :) But my support at school seems to be, for the most part, gone; and for the sake of what, making everyone feel included and as if they can all succeed? Everyone can succeed, but there will also be "winners" and "losers" as life carries us all along. Every last person has to learn this and accept it, including me. I guess I'm just used to winning... and very used to trying really hard to do so. I suppose I'm also used to the idea of impartial merit--not this subjective crap that I guess just accompanies any grouping of artists.
In being the favorite, I've been overtaken by the underdog through popular support... and now I'm the antihero? The villain? :P I can't think of a better word for it. My fame has switched over to infamy, and to think... I only missed a semester. Sheesh. I leave my school alone for a few months and then I come back to this? Well well. My only real consolation is that I can match my little underdog rival piece for piece, bit by bit. So... bring it, chica. You're going to need all the help you can get around this time next year.... ;)

Inside my heart is breaking... my make-up may be... well, okay, I don't have any make-up on and I'm barely clean since I've been so sick. But you get the idea. "But my smile still stays on."

It's sick how feelings can be hurt through what should be "fun" and games. Well, anyway, I need to take my steroid now and get some sleep. Au revoir, short Xanga post!