Sunday, 3:52 p.m.   Five Weeks From Yesterday Deep breaths. The closer it gets the more it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my ribcage. I know, fantastic opportunities, I'll come back, blah blah blah... It just feels...a year is a long time. You know what...I'm used to being everyone's friend. I'm really not used to being on someone's bad side. I've been there before and I hate it. I always feel so terrible. When I say "hurt" I don't mean like oh that hurts, what a mean thing to say, when I get emotionally hurt, it leaves a scar on my soul. I feel physical pain right now in my chest, and it's not because I ate something weird. I love people too much I guess. I need to learn how to back off and not give my advice when they don't want it. Because don't you hate people like that? Who throw their advice in your face and expect you to take it because they're -always- right and stuff? I don't want to be like that. I'm sorry. ------------------- 9:32 p.m. We were so caughtz0r. ------------------- 9:59 p.m. It was funny though. Strangely, Thomass....hehehe! ------------------- 10:00 p.m. I'm so addicted. I just must say that I will miss Inside Out so much. And thanks for coming, Scott. You make everything 10 billion times better. I love you so much. thanks for kissing me today. ------------------- 10:01 p.m. Oh dear. Addicted indeed. I'd make a new entry but it seems like "Entry Number 100" should be really important and thoughtful and these really are just thoughtless and cheap entertainment for myself. Heh. Probably my stupid 100th entry will be stupid and about my stupid wisdom teeth and them being gone. I wonder will I miss them? Will I get to pretend to put their souls under my pillow and the tooth fairy will come get them and exchange them for money. That would be good. but I want it all in dimes. You'll let the tooth fairy know, won't you? Please? ------------------- 10:37 p.m. I just want to constantly tell him I love him. All the freaking time. It's like a disease and I hope it's contagious because it's really quite awesome. I just want to pull him up to me and kiss him and tell him I love him more than cake and skittles and rainbows... And I've never ever felt that way before. It's so strange. I never even knew this existed. I love you. I love love love you. Over and over again. I love you. I love being with you. I love you. and I wish I could stop because then we are torn apart and half my heart will be left here with you. You took it! and I love you.