I can commit to one person but not one group. I float, I float. This is why middle school kiled me. And i don't forget the awful things i do. and i don't forget the awful things that she did. and how i spent an entire summer under the covers and no one really did anything. and it was all because of that. some people are more important than others? I am not saying not me, I am just telling you what i see. but anyway, I'm making diagrams from my bed. venn diagrams. that barely overlap boys vs. boys vs. boys the ones I expect to love the ones I know the ones I have crushes on. makes me think about the nature of love. no no. the nature of crushes. in the american teen girl. and probably all over the world. I know what would happen if I kissed these boys: nothing, probably, in the long run. we'd end up further apart then when we started. the question is: is it worth it? would it even hurt us in the end? if it's not love... there is more and less danger. and more and less point. and I don't know how I feel about any of it. But it'd be nice to have someone to hug. my advice: don't care, love or hate because they do. and don't forgive as easily as me