I was wrong, unfortunately, in having the mindset that my friendship with Khalene was so strong that it would take a mass force of bullshit to pull us apart. Of all things, a stupid boy was the one to come between us. The one to ruin it. And the one to destroy my fresh, new relationship with Heather.
I've been having to roll with a lot of punches lately. And if not for Billy, and how amazingly close we've gotten over the course of a couple weeks, I probably would have relapsed again by now. Or done something else. Who knows?
It's times like these that make me so eager to gradate; so eager to pick up and move out; so eager to finally start doing things on my own; so eager to, at last, become my own person.