It's purple
So I dyed my hair last night, and it was supposed to be red, but it kinda turned out sorta purple. Okay a lot purple. But...Jeff liked it, after he decided to make fun of it. LoL. But it's all good. So uhmm..what else can I say except for the fact that my best friend is dying inside and I can't let her know that I know, because I'm not supposed to know. So how can I help her if I'm not supposed to know. How can I stop her from doing anything if she doesn't know that I know. I talked to Alyce, she said that she read it on her deadjournal. I'm scared for her, and I don't know what to do. Not that writing in here is going to help any. It never does. Talking and writing, the things that people tell me are supposed to help, don't. They don't do anything but make me more upset or worried. I worked tonight from 3-7 and a bus came. My first one. It was crazy! But I did a good job. It was fun. Didn't get to work with my new buddy, but I've devised a plan to see him everyday without looking like an idiot. I'm gonna go and see my other friends at their lockers. hehe....yay for Rachel. Okay, I'm gonna head out now, and slice away some pain and anger...later