B. is talking to me again, after what happened with me and his ex-girlfriend i wasn't sure if he ever would again. I'm actually happy that he is, because i missed him a lot. We are supposed to be hooking up sometime soon and he offered me a place to live when i'm 16. He's one of the only people that is actually interesting to talk to, unlike V. I'm really worried about V., she's skipping school a lot when she promised me she wouldn't. She's smoking up before classes almost everyday. It's useless to try to talk any sense into her. She saw what drugs did to me and yet she still does them, its so frustrating and i'm trying to be a good friend and stay by her but its so hard when you can't even talk to her like she was a normal person. I mean i can't claim to be any better than her but at least i'm different. My mom finally decided to call so that i could get an appointment to see a psychiatrist...i hope i see the russian one that i saw before. Hes really nice and he seemed genuinely interested in my writings. I was thinking about the possibilities of other universes. One where instead of always doing the wrong thing i did the right, instead of hurting everyone around me i made them happy. A world where i was loved for just being me. I wish i was in that world.
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