This summer has been / will be shit.

My best friend is in Indonesia all summer with hardly any means of contact. I depend on her for everything. And I miss her like hell. =[[

My "real" friends really aren't that good to me. But I have problems socializing and standing up for myself as it is, so im kinda screwed there.

I'm still kinda hung up on this guy from last summer. Have been all year and haven't been able to admit it until now. But now my best friend is totally in love with him and he could care less about me now. She doesn't deserve someone like him and he doesn't deserve someone like her.

My parents and the whole of society doesn't trust or seem to like me very much these days. My mom thinks I steal and lie and what not, which I would never do. Whatever, though. It's not like I should really care what others think of me, right?

The only thing that seemes to keep me afloat is writing. I crave it, devour it, live off it, need it.