Paul tried to tell me he liked me today, but I ignored him. I can't say no to people, and I know I have to, because I'm so caught up in everything that's you, it's impossible to imagine myself with anyone else right now. Not that I can imagine myself with you, but I suppose that's another story entirely, isn't it? My self-confidence issues and problems with prudeness are things you don't want to deal with, I know, and they're things I don't want to deal with, either. Trust me. So I've been better and worse, depending on how you look at it. I've been eating, though not much. It's enough to get my friends to stop calling me anorexic. They wear smiles and joke about it, but it's obvious in their eyes that they're 100% serious, and that frightens me. I'm not suffering from an eating disorder. Can't someone go on a diet without being stared at? Even you've taken it up, though not as far. You just point out how I never eat and leave it at that. So I eat in front of you and you don't talk about it anymore. But I promised myself I'll be 100 by April, and I'll be 100 by April. The eleventh, I think? The twelfth? I don't remember.