oh.

my god.

the shit that i've gone through in the past 12 hours is fucking unbelievable. you will not believe the phone call i got at fucking 8:30 in the morning from the fucking philadelphia police department.

i can't believe this shit. i just can't. what the fuck, does someone have a vendetta against me or something? i'm a good person, i've never done anything seriously wrong, why the hell does this shit keep happening to me?

and why does this shit keep happening to good people? he's a genuinely good boy, he's never tried to hurt anyone purposefully, he's just misguided. and now i'm all wrapped up in this mess, in his life. he didn't want to be, but he's now wrapped up in my life. and i'm so so deeply sad for him, but i'm angry, too. the position he's put me in is at the very least compromising. what do i say to everyone? do i lie, do i tell the truth, do i just smile and act like everything's ok?

what the hell.

i know this is confusing, i'll explain later when i have more information.

but, seriously. what. the hell.