SHaRPie iNK SMiLe(:

so sarah and i tend to have this curse, where we are never happy at the same time. sure we can be depressed at the same time, and our bitch days always clash, but we can never be truly walking on happy line together.

i am currently neither happy or sad or bitchy or anything. i am simpley meh. it sound like a horrible adjective, but it has promise that a real one will come along soon.  

anyways, on the surface sarah currently appears happy. this is of course due to chris and the exchange. but i’m not sure if she truly doubts my abilities as a best friend that i can’t tell something is bugging her besides her usual parental business.
we haven’t really spent any one on one time lately and if we do we spent it talking about useless shit, eating air popped popcorn and watching movies. so here is where i wish for that rulebook of life; do i push my best friend into telling me what the fuck is bothering her, or do i let her tell me when she wants to.

i am honestly leaning towards the first one, as sarah has this crazy idea that i don’t want her to complain and bitch to me when something upsets her.

when we first met, we would complain complain complain for hours in timmies, usually after an outing to a movie. now, almost a year later, we barely tell eachother what we ate for lunch. it’s just odd that as we grow closer we also grow apart… ??

or maybe i am completely wacked out of my mind and need mental help now. luckily tomorrow i am going on a field trip to toronto. we are going to the courthouse. one of the courtrooms we are attending involve mental cases. perhaps listening to other people who are fucked up will help snap me back to reality. that or we get to spend two hours in the eaton centre. there has been no illness that shopping has not curedXD