Downward Spiral.

Yesterday I got in a spot of bother with the police for 'aiding and abetting' a theft. I told my mother, because she knew plainly and simply that there was something that was bugging me. She's now spitting rivets. She's not angry at me, she's angry at the person who actually committed the crime. Actually, angry is probably the biggest understatement this year. I've stopped her from going to the person in question's house and telling said person's mother. She's angry because she thinks the parents should punish her, as well as the police.

I have absolutely no idea what to do. I don't regret telling my mother, because I knew she wouldn't be angry at me, and I despise lying to her about serious things. But I'm so, so, so... I don't know what to do. My mother is significantly doubting the company I keep. As is everyone. In fact, they don't understand why I keep this kind of company.. She's my best friend.. I've known her since I moved here. Yes, she'd kicked me in the teeth thousands of times. Put me down far more times than she's picked me up. I'm not worried to let her know that. She has made me feel like utter shit. But she's still a close friend who's opinion and feelings I take into consideration.

I do love her. I really do. She's not vile, she's not spiteful, she's not horrid. And if she's reading this she really should know that I wouldn't ever just turn around and cut her off.

My mother tells me I'm far too nice.
Steppy tells me I tolerate far more than I need to.

I just don't know.