He really is like my anti-depressant. he just has to come over and I feel better. So I was talking to him on fb about who I've had an awful week and everything has gone extremely wrong. He lives really close to us now since we moved...actually like the apartment complex over. I had to cancel my plans because my grandma is high off pain meds so I have to watch her to make sure she doesn't fall down the stairs or something.... so he's like,
"Alright then i'm coming over and we are playing mario on your wii!" so...I think today will be okay..I freaking hope so.
He's going to steal me on Saturday and take me camping. so hopefully things will look up a little bit.