I know lots of adults who always think that they're sick. They are constantly held on sugar pills, and vitamins without them truly knowing. They get better because they think that they're taking pills for what they're ailing from. Imagine, full-grown adults, acting so childish. It’s a cry for attention. I hate it when they whine. Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it.

So I guess that he’s back from Arizona. He IMed me on AOL, and he just started talking. It’s strange, because normally it’s me who does that. Even stranger still was that I didn’t feel any butterflies in my stomach. Is it possible? Is it possible that I’m finally not in love with him anymore after 2 years?

In a way, I really hope so. It’s so tiring of getting hurt day after day, just because of a guy that I love. On the other hand (you knew this was coming), I hope I still am. Life would become so boring. I wouldn’t have anything to do anymore. I don’t really have a hobby or anything, and I certainly don’t have friends to really hang out with.

I suppose I could always make friends, but I do that when new kids come. I try to be nice to them, and we end up being friends. Here are two perfect examples: Kendall, and him. But the thing about February is that there aren’t any new kids. September is the perfect month, since there are always new kids at the beginning of school.

My last thought to leave you with. Love is never supposed to die, am I correct? Well, If the rose is a symbol of that love, then why do roses die?