I feel better just knowing I'm about to give you my heart...real this time, like homemade ice cream.

29 things are smacking me over the head. Only one, home, will be smacking as I fly this Friday.

Should I do it before I go?

I'm scared to do what I have to do. Sending you that email made my hand shake. But it's done, I can't take it back...now we will really talk.

He sat across from me and nothing was communicated. I think, to him, I am like the furniture. Movable, meaningless, fabric.

And at that moment I hated him, more then anyone on campus and it made me want to cry.

I will later.

I'll wait.

We don't talk, we avoid.

It's true, It's almost over.