Just oh so Confused

I'm just not quite sure what to think any more about this.

My parents think that my Facebook is cluttered with useless everything.
If only they could see the real world.
And not even the real me. Honestly, this blog is the most honest I have ever been about anything. It represents everything I want to say because nothing has influenced it.
My Facebook needs to keep up appearances, but I'm trying to make it myself, too. Nothing about me says that I am awful. Nothing. Ok, maybe something, but really nothing.
I'm a victim of squelched self. And it's not how I ever imagined it. From parental units.

This isn't what I wanted to write about right now though...
My best friend vs him
These words should say it all, but it doesn't. I really want to tell them both to get over it, because it's honestly stupid. Entirely. There was no wrong-doings or defenestration (lolz AP World fun :') ). I just want the world to get along, and look what's happened: even my closest friends can't stand each other. I can't choose. If I had to, I know what I would pick. But I refuse to choose. Their problems are not mine, but they suddenly are. No, not suddenly. This has been coming on for a while now. I just never expected it to be so personal.

Everything lately has just been personal. I take everything to heart, and, thinking about it, everything should be taken to heart to make a difference. But a break would be awful nice. I don't need the constant stress of taking everything personally, even if I don't need to. But that's me, for ya.

"I'll be waiting for you on the corner of the street," when things get figured out. I need a break from being the bus stop bench where you see the tears, the covered sniffles, and the moving on, but never seeing where the bus takes them.