Miracles?

So realizing that my life is completely different, I've been a lot more quiet lately. Trying to keep the people around me in my life that make me happy is a huge necessity in this process of hell. Tiffany told me that I should go see her friend Dana who specials in holistic medicine. She's worrying enough for the both of us, so should I even be worried? I don't know what to do when it comes to my friends worrying about me for once, usually it's me playing Mom, or me worrying about my friends. I've always been the older sister, so I guess it's just a trait that I have learned in the past 22 years. 

Last night and tonight I tried something different and after not being able to fall asleep until 7 this morning, I didn't think it was such a good idea. Tuna and Green beans with Mel will always be good times. After tonight, I think it was okay. It makes me really anti-social though. I need to start coming out of my shell again or I can just move into my apartment Friday, set up my bookshelves, have my Mom bring all my books from Merritt Island, and be a hobbit in my new room that could basically be a studio, because it has its own balcony and own bathroom. I don't know what to do. Resting and reading is amazing, but none of my friends will come chill, because I'll just bore them with my "latest book I read conversation" instead of "the latest drunk story." (that is usually about me taking care of the drunk person, but still 'cool')

Thank god for Netflix and showtime on demand. I guess starting on Saturday, movies, books, work, Ninja, (I'm adopting Mel's cat) and soon school will be my life. Unless a miracle happens.