If there was a way to die of boredom, I think I would have kicked the bucket at this point. It is so frusterating to be kept from fun things and confined to a bed, which is now filled with crumbs from my mother's attempts to make me take in food, i.e. toast.
Thanks to thereigoagain and some neighborhood people, however, I have at least had some semblance of good times.
I'm really concerned about my friend, who seems to have lost himself along the way somewhere. Unlike most people I'm close with, I'm not quite sure what he needs to get him back on his feet again. It's important to me, because he's been there for me when I've severely needed