i'm not angry at you. i'm not angry at myself. well, maybe i'll go lesbian one day and set out for Keira Knightly. there's no other boy in the world. it's difficult to imagine that there could be. this up-coming school year is my last year in a public, free, "we take care of you" zone. what will i do with that time? you see, i cant pick up anything unless you give it to me. you see, i dont strive for what i want unless it affects me in an undeadly way. everything about you is hazardous. that's only because there isnt weekly meetings or weekly projects to get my mind off you. i'm not designed to be used to this. maybe no one is, not even you. -Amanda