I'm tired. And confused. And surprised. And tired. And cold. And hungry. And tired. And amazed. And disturbed. And tired. You get the idea.

Have you ever been in a situation where somebody you thought you knew acts absolutely unlike themself? And you don't have a clue how to think of their acts, but you know you probably shouldn't mention them to anyone. I think it would make anyone feel uncomfortable and unsure of themselves. Even if the words and actions were awaited and/or good, it still seems... out of place, just like laughing at a funeral.

Gladly, this is not the situation I'm in right now.

Here comes another rant about how cool my friends are. If you are depressed, please don't read it. it's just that... I think I think everyone should be jealous of such good friends. I would go through fire and ice for them, with them. I would do whatever I am capable of, for each and every one of them, and I know they would do the same for me. I don't know what I would do without them, they have been so incredibly supportive through the year and I am undescribably happy I know them. They are so absolutely wonderful persons and I think I have finally found the persons I fit in with. They respect me the way I am, without any masks. Oh god, I am so grateful to have found these friends.