This blog post will, will not communicate these thoughts and the strain I am under.

I felt like saying that with no real reasoning behind why. It's 12:15 in the morning, I'm starting to get tired. I'm writing an email to a friend, and talking to another. I'm plotting things for tomorrow, things involving birthdays, presents, and insanity. I spent an hour or so talking to a friend over the phone. We tried to make each other laugh, since we both weren't in the greatest mood.

I didn't want to say it over the phone, but I really care for her. I care a lot. I never told her this, but whenever she calls and she feels down, I think of it as my... well, not my job, but a sort of... unwritten responsibility to make her feel better. Maybe not completely better, but at the very least, I try to make her crack a smile, or a giggle. I just do this because I want to. I was never asked, and I never ask for anything back. Knowing she's better is enough for me.

And when she reads this, I want her to know, your friends will always be here for you.

I hope that wasn't too sappy or anything. I just wanted to get that off my chest. Just wanted to let that out. I'm looking up now, clock says 12:37. Wow.

I feel as if my body is telling me, "Hey man, slow down. Idiot, slow down."

Outta here.