Dude, you need to read my posts carefully, taking care to note actual words - like a bolded She replied.
Also, you somehow managed to screw up the main page, so I've reset it to pre-font-change-esque times, though our posts'll be screwed both time and other-ise for a while so you'll need to re-do your song and I'll change mine tomorrow, when I'm less drunk.

hmmm...
So went out, got trashed, danced a lot and talked to someone going through a whole bunch of parents-divorce-esqe shit like I've had to go through.
And the worst part? I wish I could do something for them. I honestly, swear to God, would give anything so that the dude I spoke to wouldn't have to go through any of the shit I've been through or deal with anything, bar normal family shit.
I hate family shit, because your parents always expect you to deal with their personal stuff without realising that you don't see them as "people", but parents - and they don't realise that, in order to see them as "people", you need to distance yourself from them in a way that makes loving them a whole fuckin bunch harder.
In all honesty, if I had the choice, I wouldn't "love" anyone I hadn't chosen to love. I wish love was voluntary.... but it isn't, is it?