I think when it comes to journals I'm pretty compulsive at deleting my old entries. I regret it later on, but in the moment it just feels like something I need to do. Yeah, I just deleted everything except for yesterdays entry. I'm still feverish. I'm feisty too, I've been picking fights all day. Not my fault though, people just get on my nerves generally, and I'm sick, so certain people should know better than to expect things from me. I'm also irritated because a certain someone that I've been avoiding for weeks now finally got a hold of me last night. Busted. I made up some lame excuse as to why I've been avoiding him. I don't know why I can't come clean with him and tell him the truth, and I don't know why he is interested in me in the first place. We have a lot in common, it's true, and he has qualities that I adore in person, but lets face it, he's a douche. Despite the few qualities that I just said I adored, his personality is very much flawed and he needs to work on getting off that goddamn pedestal he's on. Also, we BOTH have major commitment issues, so...it would NEVER work out, even if he wasn't a complete snob. I want to tell him this so bad, but when he's around I fall in his trap and just give in. I guess part of me cares, but I don't want to. He needs to disappear from my life again, cause I was fine until he came back into it. Okay, maybe not fine, I've never really been fine, but better. Ah. I hate this side of me. You know, the side that actually feels things for people. It's ridic. And on a final, yet random note I must state that I've decided to pack up my things and move to Canada if Hillary Clinton becomes president. BROS before HOES, kthanks. ciao.