Another night, I'm on another broken avenue.

I don't like my feelings right now, or how I view them. I'm making up feelings toward female friends of mine, just to stop feeling so damn hung up on Bethany. I don't like how I notice all the cute girls (and the occasional guy) when I don't want a relationship. I don't like the way my heart conflicts with my head, logic should outrule impulse, but it doesn't anymore.

Uh, I'm pretty hungry.
I've come to the conclusion, that I have many friends, but few at the same time. There's the friends I'll shake hands with in the corridors, hug on occasion, or talk with if they bring up a conversation, and the friends which I like to spend time with, can talk for hours on end about nothing with, and just smile around them. There are the friends I like, and the friends I love. There are only three people left at Underdale, which are the friends I love. I won't name anyone, but, you'll know who you are.

The past few days, have been wierd, nothing's really changed though.

I need a shave.
Twenty-four hours until this piss bucked of a year is gone. Let's have some bad memories go with it.

Love.