Sigh. I'm too immature for a lasting relationship. It's a long story and no one really wants to hear about this stuff anyway, but... I guess he's attracted to my goddamned mood swings or something. But I'm done with commitment. I feel too young anyways. I'm just not ready for that yet. I like liking people, just liking them. Any further than that, and I get uncomfortable. Or I lie. Not healthy.
On a happy note, I just made Toll House cookie pie. And I'm re-reading Gone With the Wind. Because of something—someone, someone no one would ever suspect that I think about—that I was thinking about over break. I'm going to keep this inside. No one can know. Especially not him.
And I bought more avocado, and tonight I'm watching My Girl with some friends. And I don't have t.b.! ^_(\ I had to get a test for camp. The doctor said it was stupid as hell to, but whatever. Now I know, hey?
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