Remember who you are.

Okay, so I’ve talked to this guy who lives in Syria for about a year now. Not like talking as in flirting, but just friendly talking. He’s a total sweetheart, and I hate that he’s having to put up with this shit. I hate that they all have to put up with it. He said it’s not Assad’s fault, but I don’t know. He’s hard to understand sometimes, since his english isn’t all too great. But, I just with there were something I could do to help him, to help them. Syrians seems pretty sweet, atleast Amer is <3
I hope this Syria stuff stops.
He said there were 7 bombs yesterday, they shook his bedroom.
And he’s heard 2 more today..
/:
I hope he stays safe <3 

So, I think this guy kind of likes me.
He’s okay, I mean he’s not the cutest thing, but he’s not really ugly either.
I’ve known him since 7th grade, and back then, I had a huge crush on him.
But, my friend likes him.
Though she never talks to him, she talks ABOUT him all the time.
I mean, I’m not gonna make a move on this guy, to show respect to my friend, but still I just can’t help but feel bad. 

So I’m on the phone with mom, and she was bitchin about how my granny said that shed keep my sister if my mom and brother find somewhere else to stay, and mom just said she’s to the point of committing suicide. Why is my family so fucked up.