It's going.

Internet drama. It's bull shit. I'm over all of it. I'm ready for school. I'm ready to be able to sort out problems face to face. I'm ready to meet people that you know are who they say they are. People are different behind a keyboard. It possesses them. Morphs what they would normally say into something they only wish they could. No. I didn't have an encounter with a fake. But I'm starting to think people aren't quit who they first seemed to be. A relationship I so hoped had substance could be slipping through my finger tips. Someone give me an intervention. This computer will be my death.