I talked to Prancer today. We were on Skype for a good forty minutes. It was slightly bizarre. He insists he's changed a great deal in the three months since I've seen him, but I don't buy it. That also may be because of the fact that I talk to him the most since I've been out here in the middle of freaking nowhere. He says our friends have changed. I hope it's for the better. Some of them, I'm almost certain it's for the worse. Sometimes I find myself torn between wanting to keep them around forever and ever, or walking away without looking back.
See how crazy I am?
Oh well. I'll be home in 20 days, and I can see for myself if I need to keep my crazies or not. I love those guys man, I really do. They're the reason I'm so crazy.
Another reason I'm freaked about going home is the drama within my family. I haven't really needed to take my meds since I've been here, since I've been away from the craziness at home, and I'm scared I've lost all my tolerance for the drugs, and once I have to go back on them I'll feel all gross and nauseous.
Sigh.
Heart, me.
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