A lot of things have happened lately. Christmas, my birthday, New Years. I'm 17 now. I was too depressed on my birthday to do anything, or anything over break at all, really. I was horribly depressed for like the entire last week of break. I'm still weaning off of that now that we're back to school and I actually have things to do, and not mope around my room all day. School is far from my favorite activity, but it does genuinely help me when it comes to having a reason to get out of bed in the morning. Some things; I got a desk for Christmas, I brought my PC home from my grandparents after a year of having it there, I got $250 total from my birthday. I passed all my classes for first semester, 2 As, 3 Bs, only one C. I'm gonna try to get minimum all Bs this semester. I'm genuinely really grateful for my english teacher, he's awesome and has understood me through all my hard times, and never held my grade against it. He knew I was struggling physically, mentally, and financially, but he always made sure I knew that with my latework, whenever I had the time and energy to do it, he'd give me 100%, as long as I actually followed the instructions correctly. Seriously helped me so much, so much better than my english teacher from last year. Actually hated her. No New Years wishes like always, because actually trying to hold myself to those makes me want to give up more. But, if I did have one, it'd be to do my homework more and to stop distracting myself. Sigh. Like right now. First day back to school from break, and he assigns us an essay. Granted, it's about ourselves, but still. I hate writing in general. Whatever, I did always say that I thought I could only write easily if it was about myself. So narcissistic. Sigh. Anyways, I freaking love my friends from other schools. My friends who go to the high school a town over had an extra day of winter break, so one of them rode his bike to my town and bought me an energy drink. I love you so much, Diego, you're so cool dude. I miss you so much. My best friend from 7th grade and I have been messaging a lot more lately, ever since around June. He said it was because I "opened up to him," (I finally told him directly that I used to have a horribly bad crush on him for two years) which he said led him to feeling like he could trust me and open up to me a lot more. Which, I'm so glad for. I'm a bit tired and might write the rest of this later, but dude. I love him so much. I love Jacob so much, I'm genuinely so grateful to have him as a friend. I can't tell him that directly to his face because then I'll get embarrassed since it reminds me of my 2-year long feelings for him, but I wish I could. He's such a great dude, and I'm so happy to have him in my life. I hope I can consider him a true best friend in my adult life. He made me so happy when we were talking, that I don't even feel like writing anything negative that's been going on lately in here. Maybe I will later, tomorrow, but for now, I want to try to relax and finally go to bed. Thank you Jacob, Diego, and (this guy I don't talk about enough) Jom. My favorite (& only) British dude I know. I'm surprisingly grateful and chipper right now. I'm so excited now, but for what, I couldn't say. I've been in a rut the past week or two, but just writing all this down genuinely just helped me get out, at least temporarily. Hoorah.