You know...

You know you're living a sad life when you look at your fish and think, what a good friend. That's just sad. Prince William, my little beta fish, was given to me on my Birthday by my cousins. I brought him to the apartment and kept him in the family room so we could all enjoy him. But the friends got greedy and tried to feed him weird things. So now, Prince William is on top of my desk. He has a little castle he goes into to hide from the world. I definitely need one of those.

My school friends are driving me nuts. Maybe it was a bad idea to be roommates. I'd say 90% of the time, I feel that way. They never believe in me, never believe the things I say. I already have enough doubt reflected towards me by my family, it's rather disappointing that my friends do the same. I like to tell people that I'm like Robert in Everybody Loves Raymond, and the more I think about it, the more it's true. No one ever listens to Robert or respects the things he has to say. The poor guy just wants to be appreciated now and then.

I honestly don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I'm still not happy about the fact that my relationship with H is going down the drain. And I find it very interesting that now she and V are becoming close friends. It makes me wonder, is it me? Am I shunning people out of my life? I think I just get sick of them because I literally see them all week long, in class, out of class, at home, when I eat.

I worry about if they ever read this blog. But the things I write aren't very much of a secret. As H says, I show everything on my face. It's true, I don't hide my feelings, and I've always been very expressive. Thing is, I've never had this problem with my college friends. They know me for me and accept my flaws. There really is something about law school that makes people argumentative by nature. Or maybe it's that naturally argumentative people go to law school. Either way, I can't be surrounded by it much longer. Every single day, something happens where my feelings are hurt. It takes me about half an hour to get over it, and then I move on. But I'm always wrong, no matter what. The solution to this is to never say anything that may stir an argument. Where does that leave me? Silent.