I got a tooth fixed today, the one that was fractured and broke. I guess my gums are doing good enough that they didn't need to do the other 2 procedures. There's nothing like an ultraviolet gun shoved in your mouth, or while someone is grinding your tooth down that you can see and smell the smoke coming out of your mouth, kind of smelling like burnt hair.

I'm not going to talk to anyone from MA anymore I think. If I have the willpower to do this. They just take what they need from me and don't give me any feeling or caring back when I need it the most, no matter how hard I try or how hard I try to convince them that I'm different. I don't blame them, but I can't keep pretending that she'll ever be my friend. I think that was pretty much settled last night. Any problems anyone has are their own and I'm not going to get involved in anything anymore.