How Sorry I Feel
I feel like I've been to Harsh on Blair. As you guys know, maybe not, I'm not really sure, Blair is a really Really REALLY REALLY messy person.
If there's a mess you can automatically assume it was Blair and you would have a 98% chance of being correct.
And well, she has been hanging around me more often and since I save my money before spending it, I have times were I have food and she doesn't, because she wastes it the moment she gets money.
So she is always begging to have some of my food. Literally, my best friend is a beggar. Actually most of my friends are. Which is sad, but that's besides the point.
So I say no and I feel bad. Because I know her and I know there will be a mess in the end.
But then I feel bad and I worry because what if she thinks I don't care and she gets even more depressed. Ok, her getting more depressed because of me is a pretty shallow thought but I freak out.
It's like when you babysit a two year old that just learned how to walk and open things and as you are making its baby food, it opens the front door and walks out. And so does the dog. You would freak, being them in after a long chase then be cautious 24/7.
That's me :) The worry-wart(or whatever its called)
So this is pretty stupid to be writing about, but it makes me feel better.
I would love some help, so please comment. This is like a dear Sally, thing. You guys are Sally, I'm lovesick Lucy, or however they sign the letters.
Thank you people who are helping me, Kacey
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