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Every person has a physical face, but we also have many masks that we wear to hide ourselves. Why? Why do we wear these masks? Are we seeking the acceptance of others? Or do we use it to protect the vulnerable side of ourselves? If its to protect ourselves then why do our masks always change? The Jester, The Depressed, The Lover these are just some of the masks that we wear. Why can't we simply express what we truely feel to the others around us? Or is it that we simply do not know how to think, or feel when faced with interaction between other people? So which is the real you? The answer is all of them. All of these masks are parts of a whole, just single aspects of the real you.

Sorry about that trip into psychological wonderland. Anyways, hey whats up? Well, I'm probably going to move in with my friends. Just need to iron out a few small things and probably be in by the begining of next month(crosses fingers) I was hanging with a bunch of great friends Saturday night, there was a little bit of drinking, mostly sat around playing spades and listening to some of my friends play music. I needed that, especially since my cancer stricten grandfather(who has been 10 times a father to me than my real one) had a panic attack and almost died. My Grandparents are pretty much the glue that holds my family together. My grandmother has been quite distrubed over my grandfather's cancer. Being the emotional woman she is I fear she will fall into a deep depression after his passing and follow after him. *sighs* And if that isn't bad enough one of my friends that I've know since 6th grade feels she needs to start clean, just move away. She was the first girl I had ever been with and I stil care alot about her. I have told her this on numerous occasions, but she says she doesn't want a relationship. So I told her its cool we'll stay friends and how I'd always be here to talk with her and try to help her out in any way possible. It only seems to make her even more mad. She keeps saying fucking up her life is inevitable so why not get it over with. This worries me because it seems there is nothing I can do to help her. I hate not being able to help someone I care about.