So Thursday, Tyler's mom called me saying Tyler was having panic attacks and was asking for me. So I went to go see him and help him feel better. It was scary, he had a mini one in the shower but I woke him up and held him till it was over. I cried a few times while he was in his resting and I was just petting him. We assume that all the stuff going on with band (instructors bashing him for being better than they are and him getting more respect from the students) cought up to him and his brain shut down. His mom got all fired up and said she was going to talk to the band director and hangout because she's been hearing some things about this happening to other kids as well. (She's scary when she's angry, much like him.) I'm just so glad he's okay.

 I think that after all the drama and stuff that's been going on the past month has been put to rest. That makes me so happy. Even though we fight more than we should, we both love each other, and that's what matters. Now that we've made-up and stuff, I can see a more healthy relationship around the corner, even though we'll be four hours apart.

We'll make it work. According to his mother, we are meant to be.

So yeah, I was on my way home yesturday around 9:00 and had a fender-bender. It's all ok, it was the wet road's fault and the other lady and myself are okay. The damage that I have are a busted headlight and bent hood, shouldn't be too much to get fixed. I'm just glad I'm ok.

I have like...17 days till I leave for school. I'm totally not ready.