Anyway. I am so.. drained of emotion. Or maybe I'm overwhelmed. Either way, I don't know. Why? Why do you have to do this to me all the time? You know. I'm much more overwrought than I seem to be, okay? Today was simply harrowing. Yeah I know, I just laughed it off. Would you like to know why? Because I simply hate calling attention to myself. Don't you know it? No, maybe you don't!

N doesn't tell me things for you to find out, you know? He tells me things because he trusts me. Tell me something. If you were my age, and you confided in your friend; you told him/her something, how'd you like it if your friend's parents read and found out what problems you're having? Wouldn't you feel horribly uncomfortable? Especially if that friend's parents demanded to know what exactly the problem is. Wouldn't you just HATE that feeling? Consider your friend. Don't you think your friend would feel oh so guilty that your 'secret' was found out? Don't you know today's generation is totally and vastly different from yours? Never mind. It's futile trying to explain things to you 'cuz you'll NEVER understand.