this is a shout out to my reader in georgia, whoever you are. if you are going to read 48 entries in one sitting, kindly leave me a note. :0

what else? are we (yes, i used the word we) planning a trip to LA? maybe. maybe its all just talk. maybe she asked me tonight how coming out to my parents was. not because she is declaring herself gay. not because she plans to out herself. but because she is curious about me, about my life, and has an inkling that her mom is wondering why she keeps bringing me up, all smiles and shit.

things are boring for you, readers, when my life is good. i don't want to write, i don't need to write, hell, maybe i'm even a bit afraid to write. in fact, i could sit here and overthink things- like how it would hurt to be left for a boy. or how i secretly think in a month she'll just want to be friends. but that, as all worrying is, is pointless.