Over the past year and a half, all that concerned me was whether or not he was alive. He is alive. I just don't know what is wrong with me. I was learning his language just so I could speak to him, but the language just makes me sick now. I learned the language just to impress him, but now I don't know what to do. It's just at an odd strange point. I don't want to be one of those girls who only cares for someone. but he is saying things that are too serious for me, for I am too young and naive and I'm not even going to try to convince myself I can handle it, because the truth is, I can't. I don't want to disappoint him or let him down, but I don't want him to get his hopes up. He is transatlantic, and I am merely here. I'm tired of boy troubles and that's why I haven't been in a relationship in so long, so I am not going to appease his requests. On another note, I did win class president for next year. soo woot woot.