It's sad when I think I'm pretty, but the only people who compliment me are grown ups I don't even know, because all of my friends are too busy fighting and talking about everyone else fighting to even say a kind word. Today was Hannah's birthday party, and I skipped it, only to be ignored by the majority. I take back every single thing I said I wanted for Christmas. I don't care about a reading lamp or the Target gift cards or even getting my burning car fixed. I'll trade it all. All I really want for Christmas is friends who care, and actually give a shit about each other.