So my roommate and I finally talked and realized that this guy wasn't worth our friendship. So we decided that if anything were to happen, it's gonna be his choice and his alone and we'll accept it and be happy for the other person. About time. So the reason I was the way I was in the last two blogs has to do with me being bipolar. I can't take meds for it, because as soon as my mom found out, she would drag me home so fast I wouldn't know what hit me. I know I'm 21...but she would find a way. So last week was my first real down since Christmas. It has come and gone and I am happy to say that I feel better. Now onto the boy situation. We've been hanging out with him a lot. It's been awesome getting to know him, and even if I never get to date him, it'll be awesome just to have him as a friend. I've known him for a week and it's like I've known him for years. So I thought all was good. Last night Sara and I went out with Cody and were out til like 4 am...which was a lot of fun. That's the first time I've had that much fun in a long time. Don't get me wrong...I have fun with my other friends...but they don't get me the way Sara does and Cody and his friends do. For once, I'm not the outcast. But at about 2 am, my roommate called...the one who drinks. She #####ed at me for being out that late...but didn't say anything about Sara being out late. It doesn't make sense. People are stupid when they drink. No wonder I don't do it that often.