It was so much easier back in winter break when virtually all that was on my mind was loving Andrew. now I've got him, Wayne, Fiona, Tim, and now Brianna (a bit) on the mind.

fuck
one can't love this many people at once. They'll explode.

I wish I would explode. only to see who would be sorry. isnt that pathetic? yes it is. What's the fucking secret? I wish I could just be like all the confident electric kids in the world, love or atleast accept themselves and draw others in like magnets (for lack of a better adjective).

oh fuck me(as kat would say).