The 30D

I bought a journal @ Borders yesterday. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. We'll see. Anyways, Mariana is pretty much everything to me right now. I made this diary private too, so I'm not sure who can read it. I feel better about it now though. I've written a lot of really raw stuff in here and I really don't want everyone to have access to it. There was a point in my life where I was opposed to such things, but that's not how I feel now. Someone left an anonymous comment too. I hate those, because if you're going to write something to someone with the expectation that they will either be hurt enough to listen or pissed off enough to listen, you should at least have the guts to tag a name to it. The thing that pisses me off the most about anonymous comments is just that, they're anonymous, you don't have to own up to them. Anyways. I care so much about Mariana. It's ridiculous. I don't know where things are going to go or what things are going to turn into, I'm just looking forward to them in general. I think Mariana is the first person I've ever really been with who cares about me just as much as I've cared about them and that is one of the best feelings in the world. I just don't want to be away from her. Like ever. She amazes me constantly with her little niceties and flaws and quirks. She never stops with it either. The worst part of those anonymous comments, which I proceeded to delete, were the fact that they suggested that I viewed Mariana as inferior to me. I hope it wasn't her who left them. I don't want to think about it. I need to get some sleep. Especially Saturday nights. I got a new camera too. I'll talk about it later. Goodnight... me.
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