A Patchy Post

Dear person-who-will-listen-and-not-judge-what-i'm-about-to-say, I need a best friend. Okay, fine. I don't need one. I want one. I know, what a weird wish. And it's one of the things you can't just get. You can't just get someone who you can act totally yourself with, and not feel like you have to be funny or say the right thing or be the person who you think they want you to be. Like family, only not. Because you can rave about you family to them. AND someone who would find YOU interesting as much as you find THEM interesting. And would talk to you as well. Like I said, kinda hard to get. Unlike some biscuits in the pantry right now. Isn't it just like me to want something that isn't normal? Know what else I need? A week without my brother throwing another of his unbearable tantrums. The only reason that I am physically and mentally able to bear with them, is because of the sanctuary of my mind. In which I can scream till my throat is soar, and say whatever I want to say without anyone thinking about what a bad person I am for thinking that about him. (No, there are no swear words included) But mostly, I just want to say, "CAN YOU PLEASE JUST FREAKING SHUT UP?" But I don't think that's gonna be a great help and it'll probably just make everything worse... If I ever voiced my thoughts out loud, I just KNOW that it'll mkae things worse. Enough with the badness. Bright side. Bright side. I have heaps of totally great friends who are fun to be with, though they aren't my best friends. It's nearly the end of school so I won't really care that I don't have a best friend. Hello, it's the HOLIDAYS! A week with extended family, which will be great. And then, time to do whatever I want. And then a new year to look forward to. I hope. Awwwww, did Ms O HAVE to split everyone up? Crossing my fingers for next year, Omg, that's only like a month away. That is pretty scary. Erica