Oh my god, my best friend is pregnant. Oh my god she's pregnant. I still can't believe its' real. My dad lost his job on Thursday, almost a year to the date when he lost the other one. and the 10 grand that we used last year to keep us afloat is almost gone... ((I know I haven't been back in a while, I'm sorry, I really am... just stuff happened)) I mean, I am trying to comfort her and calm her down, and all I am accomplishing is pissing Katie off and offeneding my best friend. So basically I am failing at being a best friend. And speaking of failure, I am so fucked for this school year. Three Advanced Placement classes? Who was I kidding? I still have to read Angela's ashes and write a god-knows-what essay on it along with reading the Jungle and writing and essay on THAT and doing a million worksheets all due July 31st and now THIS AND OH MY GOD I CAN'T BREATHE. And sadly, I know that the stress is going to be just as worse this year, and now since I know I can't drop any of the classes, lest I look like afucking failure (and I can't drop AP English, I'm freaking editor of the Literary Magezine, which my AP teacher runs. Imagine how that would look. My god.) And do you know what the really bad thing is? I'm worried that all this stress will bring back all the suicidal thoughts that I've been repressing since the sixth grade. So oh my god... oh my god, oh my god.