So, I'm still alive. I survived my big performance _barely. Everyone said I did a good job though. I got a hair cut yesterday also! I got 12 inches cut off for Locks for Love. I'm starting to hang out with my guy friends more, but I only like one of them so I can't be considered a whore. Because no matter who calls me a whore I won't believe it. My best IRL guy friend would never let me believe it anyway. Anyway, I'm learning to live without that many female friends. It's hard to get used to a change in routine, but I'm managing. It's for the better anyway. It's almost summer vacay anyway, so no sweat! So what if a certain person told me that I deserve to suffer and die? I'm alive and not suffering and that's what matters! :3 Let's all look on the bright side now, but few people can still hug me, meaning no internet hugs for a bit.