Blue In The Face

So I changed the template of this blog (I almost used orange, but it hurt my eyes), I figured that it needed more colours.
Anyway it says, "Battery-Minor Injury, Suspension," on my school records for Freshman year.
It also says, "Alcohol-Controlled Substance Possession/Use, Suspension," for Sophmore year.
And it says, "Perpetrator" on both.
Anyway, today has been eventful.
First off I just want to say that my parents are so stressful that it's hard to do anything once I get home.
Pretty much all I want to do when I get home is sit around and cry.
Okay, now that I've said that.....
This morning Ms. Frost asked me if I still had feelings for Satan, a million memories flashed through my mind.
"I'll always love him, but no, not really anymore"
This is true (mostly).
I've always been the one trying to set him up with my friends, because I wanted him to be happy, to feel loved.
Later in the day she asked me again, actually she literally sat me down and had an entire twenty minute or so conversation.
I reiterated key points over and over again, giving her advice about his personality and my own blunders.
Ivy told me that Satan would fuck and dump Ms. Frost, I know this to be false; or at least I hope it is, I hope he hasn't changed that much from the boy I've always known
My Former Prince spoke the first words to me since our break-up today.
A Certain Boy also came to see me today, and I missed him a lot.
He's always been there for me through everything, finally one of my teachers told me that she thought he loved me.
Probably true considering the past, he was good for me like no other boy ever was.
After school I babysat some high Freshmen, rolled cigarettes for a few of my friends, and provided a little counseling on matters of the heart.
When I told The Shadow King that I was going to leave things alone he told me that I was mature, I've heard that line before.
When Ms. Frost asked me for advice I remembered all the other girls that had liked him, and how they had all come to me for advice, I've heard that same damn story so many times that my ears might just bleed.
I'm not really mature and I don't think that I should be the person that everyone comes to when they have problems with Satan.
I also saw My Southern Boy after school, he was hanging out with Satan; and when I went to say hi, he said that he didn't want to get in the middle "of this".
Of what?
Of Satan and me, but there is no middle of anything between us; because there is nothing between us.
My Southern Boy doesn't understand that Satan and I have an unspoken agreement that he can mess with me and I can just smile and occasionally swear at him.
And this same thing has been happening for almost four long years.
Our bickering like a married couple, and My Southern Boy's inability to ever act like we're friends when we're around him, despite how much he claims to love me.
I suppose this should assuage my fears that everyone is leaving and everything will change, because some people and places inevitably stay the same.
So many people have left and come back, and they've stayed relatively the same.
Anyway I had a very interesting political discussion with a Republican in my Biology class, he definitely had some interesting points and it was nice to finally hear something different (in a city of liberals).
Between Anything and Nothing there's always Something.
And well, my head might be wound up so tight that it's screwed on backwards, and I'm pretty sure that only made sense to me.