Lately, at the end of each day when I'm all alone once again with nothing but the stars for company, I find myself in a crossroads of emotions. (Listen to me, using large words and trying to sound more profound. I dissappoint myself.) I look forward to rehearsels every day, and then equally to whatever follows, because whatever it is it usually turns out very enjoyable. I get to spend time with my friends.

I love my friends. But I would be lying if I said I didn't get jealous of them from time to time. For different reasons, some reasons that shouldn't even matter to me, but they do. Sometimes I want to bring it to their attention, but I don't like confrontation, so I leave it alone.

I have my friends who I tell things too, my friends I can hang out with, my friends who are more like aquaintances. There are a few people I'd like to swap around. But I think that's more their decision than mine.

It's difficult, when you have someone so easy to talk to, yet you don't want to bore them with the drab details of your life. Nowadays, I don't really tell much to anyone. I don't know who to tell, or what to tell. I worry that my friends get the wrong impression of me, just because I'm not as vocal about certain things. But when I am, they don't seem to listen.

But, keeping on the positive side of things, I really am grateful for my friends, casual, close or otherwise. And I'll try to ignore my insecurity about, whatever. I sometimes feel like I'm putting myself way out there, and no one seems to notice. Hmm...