Buried Alive

Yes, scary shit, indeed.

I don't know why I continue to read his blog. It just makes me feel like shit almost every time. Even the smallest mention of me or how things went down makes me cringe. I suppose I shouldn't expect much else from him. Maybe I deserve much worse. Maybe one day I'll be balls-ey enough to try and sit him down to discuss it. We'll see. He still seems to want to hang out with me though. I don't know how to react to that. I suppose I'm just use to boys tossing me to the side if all I'm offering is friendship. It makes me that much more grateful to have him as a friend. On top of that, I swear, he's one of the greatest people I've met up here. It's nice to know that he's around.