Mr. Messy Pants. For the past 2 years for my birthday he has brought me a dozen roses & candy. Recently he's um ... done something with his hair ... let's just say if he comes again this year ... I may bust a gut. I honestly can't look at his picture without keeling over with laughter. I'm not really the kind of person to laugh at a person I really care about but ... it's just ... he is always saying that I'm the one for him, but he has no idea who I am nor I, him & I honestly can't be with some one who is as messy as Mr. Messy Pants. He's not just messy, but unpredictable. I know I'm trying to justify what I'm saying & that's mostly because the guy of my choice is kinda like Mr. Messy Pants. I don't want him to think that I don't value the darkness because I do, but I can't handle someone who sits in the darkness & rots on the inside.

I made it through dealing with my ex today. We even made small conversation. It was almost as if he were a person, rather than a machine. Huh.

The guy of my choice can't like me. He likes someone else. I can tell. Oh well I'll look amazing at Finale anyways.