Locked In A Modern-Day Fairytale.

[Props to Jesse for the title. Here we go..]
Weather: 45 fucking degrees. Ho-oooly shit. Miracles do happen.

...Or nightmare.
I respect concern. But I know I've been acting weird lately.
Why?
A bit overwhelmed...and there are things that aren't making it better.
For those of you who actually read the shit I post, I thank you.
So anyway...it's not that I'm upset with anyone, I'm just sad. I guess. I don't know.

[So after reading back over this, I decided to randomly interject an impromptu piece of music to listen to while reading this, to keep from getting too mad at me.
Or maybe I just like it too much, ha. Wouldn't doubt it. It makes me think of Eliza...oh right, the song. Talk, by Coldplay. Do it.]

a- A few of my friends have been really...disconcerting lately.
And you know who they are.
Some of them...I'm just really tired of the way they act...when they decide to drop you from their [scene, eye-liner, fake screamo fandom and I-feel-so-unbelievably-sorry-for-myself]-centered world for this one person they're concentrated around. They're just playing up the fucking game of being my BEST FRIEND FOR EVARRR LOLO (try 10 months.) to entertain themselves. I guess it happens though. Hopefully I'm going to be done with that soon...or it fixes itself, I don't know.
And the other thing that absolutely everyone who comes in contact with me in some way, shape or form [hell, I bet some of you who DON'T do that know.] .
I don't even have to say it.
It's making me too crazy.
You know that.
Hell. You decided to keep reading this.
[I'm doing it because there's no one to talk to.]
I miss the aforementioned person.
I really really do.

Random interjection- do you fucking know how many times I've typed "theyre's" instead of "there's" today, and had to change it? TOO MANY. D:

So anyway.
I know I'm sounding like one of those nauseatingly angsty modern-day teenagers.
/:
But anyway...moving on...

b- [although it kind of relates to the first point.]
I appreciate everyone's concern for my stress and the what.
But seriously, there are points where some people get into my issues too deep. And I thought I dropped enough hints to let you know.
No, this isn't pointed at any specific person - because I know there are a few people who are going to go "OMG SHE'S WRITING THIS ABOUT ME" and no, I'm not. It's more a generalization of shit that's gone down recently that I just can't handle as well as I thought.
Yes, I appreciate the help. I really do.
And I also appreciate the support. Really, I'm not trying to say I don't want people talking to me about this. I love talking to every one of you.
A lot- hell, majority of you are doing this right. Completely and unquestionably being amazing friends to me.
But unless your name is Dylan White, please don't go try and fix what's rightfully mine to fix. Don't think you are.
[Mainly because it involves him and not the people who think it involves them.
...And because he does it regardless of my protesting.
Which sounded very dirty, but really wasn't supposed to. But I digress, to get out of these damn brackets.]

..Because that made so much sense. x_____x.
Just...felt like I needed to get that out.

[Why the fuck am I up this late.]

I don't know. I'm probably just being the same old me.
Which worries me sometimes.
But with my friends, I'm sure I can get through this.
Dylan, Kelly, Sathya, Gaby, Río, Erin, Hayley, Adrian...can't finish that list. I love you guys.
Couldn't live without you.
[As shown by recent times.]
And Rachel, you too.
Always will.

*sigh* That felt somewhat better.
And if you can tell, I sorta got a little better toward the end.
I'm going to hit the bed. Church tomorrow. I'm up late enough, ne.

xo.

So you take a picture of something you see; in the future, where would I be...
And now there's happy music, dammit.
Sorry. I'm leaving now.
*shuffles off to bed like the zombie everyone gets to be at 2:30 in the marnin'.*