I shouldn't write when I'm tired, because it'll probably be negative. But I am saddened when friends don't act like friends. Or are only "fare-weather" friends or when they need a favor. I'm more disappointed in myself for opening myself up to someone like that. I know I shouldn't be upset, because I definitely shut enough other people out. People that are probably great, terrific, could be awesome friends, yet I'll never know. I know everyone is raised differently and shows their affection in different ways, but nonetheless, it makes me sad. Maybe I'm a jerk and just want more attention then they can give.
Only about 450 more Vietnam pages to read before Wednesday. =)