Going Back

It's weird going back and reading what I've written in the past. Not just on here. But anywhere. I notice how much I've grown up. And how much I am still the same. The first post on this blog, on December 20th, about him. Everything is still the same, exept the on and off part of liking him. And on March 6th. The part where he doesn't know. He knows perfectly. And he feels the same, like I thought so. I like looking back at what I thought and how much I've changed. It makes me feel good. (:

chinese

At the time, life is like orange chicken. I can't tell if I like it or not. The taste is good, but the texture is just unexplainably awakward feeling. I hope for tomorrow to have a new beginning.

Blahhh.

I like him so much. I don't even care what he looks like. If I ever have sex with him or not. Any of that stuff. I just want him to know how I feel. And I want him to feel the same way. Just the thought of knowing I'm with him would be great.

Sorry it's been so long.