i'm not quite missing home yet, although i expect it to happen soon. i'm to go home next week for thanksgiving, and although i'm not anticipating it, the good news is that i'm not dreading it.
although i am dreading the approach of tomorrow. and the next day. and the next. probably cos of the all-present boy problems. boys are icky and they suck, but somethings can't be helped. especially when the question of where your loyalties should lie come into question. i shouldn't blame the boys for playing mind games and sending mixed messages, cos girls do it just the same. it's just that it's awfully frustrating when on the receiving end. sometimes it sucks to be me.
dying of love, i yet will not declare
the happy malady of which i die
because i fear lest any come to cure
the sweetness of the anguish that i sigh.
and i told myself that i wouldn't fall in love. or anything close to it.
