I am a jealous person. Right now I'm jealous that one of my best friends is starting to hang out with one of my worst enemies. Sounds very John Hughes circa 1980's I know, but unfortunately it is a reality. I'm always jealous. But this time I think it's also because I love him so much. My best friend I mean. I can't imagine functioning properly without him. Although he irratates the crap out of me sometimes he helps me survive without knowing it. I think that's the beautiful thing about boys. They have no idea how helpful they're being when they put up with listening to your crap for 3 hours. I wonder if he even knows how much I appreciate him.