Happy... what?

Homecoming was on Saturday. In a word, it sucked. That's two words. Who cares?

The boy I like doesn't like me. Moan, sigh, groan. Sob. Oh well. That's what life is, isn't it? A bunch of lies. You live, you laugh, you realize you've been lying to yourself all this time. You fool everybody else, but the real fool is you. That would be me, folks.

Meanwhile, there is one of my friends who's a guy... he's younger than me... and I'm so confused about him. He's friends with the guy I like, just so you know. As if that didn't make things more awkward.

To top it all off, I no longer have a best friend. She has a best friend who is not me. They're secure in their own little world. Now, all me and my former best friend talk about is just school and stuff. It's weird. I miss her. A lot. We've been friends since seventh grade. We used to be closer than... I don't know. But we're not anymore. She has Anjali for that now. Why should I care? As long as she's happy, that's fine with me. (insert lie here)

Maybe I am emo.