Butterflys in the sky, let them fly, let them fly

So yesterday, I killed my butterfly... I feel kinda bad about it, but not really, and that's what makes me feel sad. I'm sure some people here are familiar  with the butterfly project against self harm. I couldn't stop myself. I feel bad for everyone I may have let down in that, but oh well. So my friend is staying over, and my mom is all fawning over her. She's a great person, good at what she does, is smart, does what she's supposed to, is pretty, does well in school, and all of this my mom LOVES and she always shoots me these disapproving glances when she goes over these things about Nikki. Worst thing is, I know it's making her uncomfortable and it's hurting her knowing how upset I'm getting over it. It sucks, and I feel bad for Nikki because of all the stuff going on in her life. It's hard on her, then my mom gets all idek. oh well. Oh a better[ish] note, I started the 1,000 paper cranes. I have seven done... yeah not big compared to 1,000. 993 to go!!!!!!!! Yeah, I'm a bit of a looser, they will all be on lined paper and brown thick paper [idk what its called so yeah] Also, my phone charger is effed up, a ripped wire or two in the cord. I need a new one, but in the meantime I have one bar of life. [fml] I'll try and get my mamma to get me a new one, but I'm not sure how well that will happen any time soon, so sorry and whom are the two people I'm texting most. and Steph sent me a message on FB about how she's lonely because I wasn't texting her, well sorry honey, I wont be doing it any time soon. and Amy babe, sorry lurv. <3 Well it is 12:07am on a school night I should probably be going to bed, wish me luck!