Summer sucks.

Every summer I've gone home, it's like I take a break off from life. I come home, I live with my parents, I work thirty hours a week, I spend virtually nothing. I have no life.

My friends and I have lived by this policy every summer for three years. Last year I got a new friend. She didn't get the memo.

The girl decides that she can join the armed forces, find a boyfriend on the internet and lose forty pounds and that I'll be completely happy for her, without question. My friends, that's bull.

I've never met the guy, I'm not very trusting of the armed forces, mostly because I know that I could never be in them, and I'm insanely jealous of the fact that she's lost more weight in two months than I have in five years.

There it is. Maybe I'm selfish. Maybe I just don't know how to control my feelings. I don't know. I do know that she's being pissy and ridiculous about it. I'll be back in a week. Why get mad about this now? GAH!

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