Dios mio man.
I actually have zero entries in my friends' recent entry thingy. How completely sad. I can't sleep now because I am worrying about things. I know worrying does not help anything, but I get it from my mom. I have come to realize that I am a good person. I try not to be and sometimes I succeed, but I am anyway. So, I might get stepped on a few times, may get pushed into the back row in a crowd, I may give the last slice of cake to someone who has obviously had some already. I can't help it. It is just something that is.