I know I've said uncertainty's the best stage to be in

but it can only last so long before the bubble bursts (or I make it burst).

Someday I'm going to ask you about last month. I really am. Sometime soon. It's not that I don't know how you felt about me then - or how you don't feel about me now - it's just that I'd really like to hear you say it.

I've been wanting to talk about it for so long that I don't even want to anymore. Just get out. Or come here.


My eyes are swollen and painful and my contacts are killing me. I don't know why.