Is this freakn hurt Tasha week or something. Yep, I guess everyone I know probably get together to plan how they can all do something to screw me over at the same time. Let's see, most of the important people to me are screwing me over right now.

      So and so is drinking again. Pretty sure we all know who that is. I called him to say Happy Birthday yesterday and that didn't go to well once I found out what was going on. Here's a part of the email I wrote him last night.

      You're the one who breaks promises, not me. So since you hate making decisions so much, I'll give you a choice... either you quit smoking and drinking, or we're over. The sad thing is, I have no idea which one you'll pick. I hope it's an easy decision.

      You said you loved me. And you know what? I'm actually scared to make you choose, cause I'm scared you won't pick me.

      Well, there's a look into the worst of it. Candace is, as usual now, I guess I'll have to get used to it, completely ignoring me cause she has Mike. She tried to use "you always ignore me when you're with Nathan," to which I replied that I never see Nathan and when I do, we never ditch our friends.

      My sister has taken Alyssa's side on everything pretty much. Can't help but think how she got Alyssa that "Big Sis" keychain. What did I get? Nothing. Not that I care. Just the fact that Alyssa is now "Big Sis." I could have killed her.

      And now my parents think they are making everything better by trying to force me to tell them everything Alyssa does. Don't you think I would love to get it off my chest? I don't feel like dealing with other people's problems besides my own. But no, Tasha is the one everyone dumps their problems on. That's how it always is. Great, now I sound like the one complaining. Oh well, if you know me, then you'll understand. If you don't, and some of you think you do, then I don't really care what you think of me.

      You know what would be great? Running away. I need to get away from here, away from people who break promises, and people who treat me like crap. Maybe I could turn that into a poem. Oh look, one of my friends is now getting people to talk to me out of pity. Gotta love those pity-seekers.