*sigh*

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god.

There are bets going on about me. Whether I'll go back to A. Whether me and H will be friends again. Who I'm going to fuck next. ect. Holy. God. Shit.

I wish I had someone to talk to this about. Someone who knew all the people involved. It's hard to explain it to someone who only knows the people from what I say.

God. I'm tired. I don't want to do this anymore. I just...I'm tired of it all. It's bad enough that I get bad looks everywhere I go. What's worse is that I think that's the reason A's been talking to me. God. I'm such a fucktard.