It's been over three months since I updated this...fuck MySpace blogs...lawl...Anyway...a lot has happened in the past few months. Something always usually does happen. Always usually? That was a bit dumb. Anyway. I'm trying to think of the important stuff that happened.

Well, I guess a lot of important events took place, but, typing it all out would be...stupid and pointless.

Hhrm. Well, I lost another "close" friend. Kind of ironic how it happened. Like, how it happened was completely self-contradictory for them. I don't want to get into details. We can't have me thinking about it. I really don't want to.

Ohhhh. Another REALLY important thing.

Well, at least, important to me. So, I guess I've said a lot how I've lost like 37,834 friends this year. Well, at least, like, 7 or 8.

So, within the past two months, 3 of them apologized. It got me thinking. Of course it did. I mean, all three of the apologies were "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"

For the longest time I went on thinking something was wrong with me. And it was all my fault. Not saying I'm perfect, and that and I'm always right. But I guess it's just nice to know that I'm not this completely terrible person that has terrible social skills and destroys the world.

It just...makes me feel better that people (some of them, mind you) see me as a human being. With emotions. Yay for me being a person! (tee hee)

But now I'm thinking about that one person. Damn. I guess one of the problems that happened with them was that...to me, at least...it was as if nothing I ever did was good enough for them. I couldn't do anything right. So they'd get mad at me, usually for no reason...or nothing big...maybe she was just a bitch. I don't know. So when they were mad, they'd shut me out...so I wouldn't know what I did wrong. I wouldn't be able to fix it. It would be to a point where they'd just ignore me, then the next day, they'd talk to me. It's like, they chose the days where I was good enough to talk to them. It was...bullshit. Stupid immature bullshit. I mean, they meant a lot to me...but all they seemed to do was fuck with my emotions. I cut them out of my life. It still bothers me, a lot. And quite often. But I know it was the best decision...because I know if I didn't it would just be...more bullshit, and it would make everything more complicated. It's already too complicated. Blah! I'm going to stop now.

The good part is that I've been happy a lot lately. The episode of depression seems to have lifted. For now. Hahahahah. I still have "just one of those days" but they're happening a lot less. Although today I've been really mean to like, everyone. Usually joking though. I just didn't get enough sleep last night. Courtney needs her sleep. Ha. Okay. I'm going to go now.

Buh-bye,
-Courtneyyy