room's filled with piles and piles of i dunno what.
was going thru stuff to throw or keep when i came upon this entry i wrote last year in little notebook.
going to blog it, tear the page out and *poof* it's gone.
i hope.

"Why do i get so emotionally attached to things/people? especially those that i know i shouldnt get close to. Already told myself i would get hurt & yet i still went ahead with things. Maybe i'm just lying to myself that i can take the hurt, or maybe i presume that after everything, nothing else can hurt my anymore?
Stupid girl. Really stupid girl.
arghs.
Thought that having him around would be more fun....but now, the awkwardness is around again. Maybe it's my imagination, or maybe it was never anything.
Just me, being stupid."