So a lot has happened since I last posted.
I turn sixteen today :D
I got two new pets. They're degus, which is like a mix between a chinchilla and a squirrel. Their names are Pika(chu) and Yuzuyu.
Bryar is so not happening. Long story short, right after my last post I met this amazing guy named Clay, and Bryar broke my heart yet again. Now Clay and I are going out, and have been for three weeks now. It's moving fast. But we haven't kissed, and that's good with me. It takes a while for me to trust someone enough to be able to kiss them. He's definitely something special, though. He's over here more often than not. In fact, he's moved in. It was my mom's idea. His mom and stepdad... Well, they don't give him the best living environment, and he's eighteen, so he moved out of their house and onto our couch. He keeps me sane when I nearly lose it, and he respects me. I love him.
Moxi is no longer my friend. Long story short, I'm tired of her being so jealous when good stuff happens to me, and tired of her abusing me, and tired of her having no boundaries, so I've decided I don't want to deal with it anymore. It's gotten to the point where she's started getting violent when we argue, which is all the time, and I am NOT dealing with that. And I feel bad, because I don't want to be another one of those girls who pushes away her best friend because she got a boyfriend. But I'm not being one of those girls. I'm being one of those girls who is given a new perspective and can take a step back and see how bad it's gotten. I mean, she hit me in the face because I was cuddling with my boyfriend. It was at my sweet sixteen party, around two in the morning, and I hadn't sat with him for more than five minutes all night. You've got to understand, while Clay and I don't kiss, we hug and cuddle and tickle and wrestle. I'm used to getting at least two hours of cuddle time with him every day. I was so worried about not being that gross couple and keeping everybody happy and tending to all my guests that I was barely around him. I was exhausted and he was soft and warm, and I sat with him on the couch. She called me disgusting and threw a Jenga block at me. It hit me in the face and just missed my eye. For those of you who don't think a Jenga block can hurt, think again. You get enough power behind it and it can cause some damage. The block went behind the couch. I told her to go get it. She blatantly refused. I found a reason to leave the room a little bit later and Clay followed me. We sat with my degus and he calmed me down. When we went back in, Moxi was cuddling with a friend of ours more than I had been with Clay, and they don't even like each other like that. She was just a total brat the whole time she was there, and it sucked.
My sweet sixteen was awesome. More another day. But it showed me how many real friends I have, and how I don't need the fake ones.
Anyways, I'm tired and I have school in six hours, so I should go to bed.
Signing off, tired but happy and in love,