ok. steph, erica, mike. I love all three of you. since i apparently can't help, im gunna make a comprimise with myself. Erica and Mike, on non-band days im gunna hang out with you, ok? i just don't want to lose you guys. Steph, i'll hang with you on band days. this is just if you can't be in the same room without tearing eachother apart. we'll see how it goes on tuesday.
im really getting sick of trying to patch this up when none of you want to try. so im just going to sit back, so to speak, and watch. if you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen to you, i want you all to know im right here. Even if you need a hug (and ill know it's serious shit if you need one of my hugs) you know where to find me.

to all three: i love you. i want to be friends with all of you, but you're making it so hard.
to jen: thanks for trying to help, i know it was your own choice, so thanks.

thanks is also owed to these people:
my mother, for putting up with my ranting and for the advice you gave me
jen, again, for putting up with my lovely ranting and fun shit like that