Sometimes I wonder why I think about the past so much. I realize that when I do, it only makes me cry. But then. Sometimes even if it brings crying, I like to think about it. Stuff like. Things about Kevin. Kevin is so much different than any other guy I've ever known. I tried to explain to him some things today. It's really confusing. And seems to only make sense in my head. I have realized that I do miss him. But I'm glad I can still talk to him as a friend. I don't know. Sometimes I wish we were more still. But then I begin to realize that we can't. I'm going to bed soon. Night everyone.