I think I have a magnetic attraction to sickness. Now, really. I am always sick. Of all the years that I have been attending school, senior year has to be my one year that Im put in jepordy for! I hope these Chloraseptics do their jobs. Last night was great. We sat. And we all talked. About everything. About nothing. About personal things that Ive never even sat down and randomly told people. And it was nice. When I think of things. The whole grand scheme of it all. It is sad to see how quick he came and went from my life. It wasnt even a month. Of dating. Of knowing eachother. Of staying in my life. He weasled his way in, and just as simply as that he left. It hurts. And somedays I think I will never get over it. Honestly, Im doing better. I can feel old cuts healing. I can feel myself not thinking about him. I know I will never forget But I can damn sure try too. I know how the saying goes. "Its better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all." But, I disagree. The taste of love. The feeling of losing it so soon... I just wish I never tasted it to begin with..