so, today wasn't too bad considering it's a monday. +no math homework + i found out i'm going to germany + my friend dyed his hair and looks amazing - it's cold/windy as fuck out - aforementioned friend doesn't think of me as more than a friend. god, he's gorgeous, i think i really like him. he is very confusing though. somedays he'll ignore me and others he's all over me, i don't get it. anyways... i really like my art class. my table has really random/funny conversations. a guy at my table is a year younger than me but he's kinda cute and he's funny, i have a suspicion he might be gay though.

this journal will be my psychiatrist. it will know everything, it will keep me sane. if someone reads it, they will know everything aswell. but you don't know me that's the beauty of it. you will know my secrets, but not me. i intend on keeping it that way. i've always been a mystery, even to those closest to me. so until i have something to say, auf wiedersehen ps. i'm not always this eloquent