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Well, it's been that kind of week. The kind of week where I'm not really sure what the hell just happened, but okay!!!!

Monday-School. Piano. Work. I would say it was a successful day.

Tuesday-School. Starbucks. Meet Brandon. Freak Brandon out with my blabbing.

Wednesday-School. Starbucks. Meet Brandon. Be forced to sing. Realize I can't sing. Buy balloons. See Cheryl. Send off balloons. Fall asleep. Have nightmares.

Thursday-School. Drop of sister somewhere. Go see a sleepy Brandon. Do homework.

Friday-School. Home. Work. Go see Brandon. Home. Sleep.

Saturday-Fashion Show. Stumble. Fall up stairs. Buy freakishly tall heels. Fall up stairs on runway. look like Betta Fish. Go to work still in drag make up. FINALLY hang out with James. Emperor's new groove. (No touchie. No touch. LoL) Sleep.

Sunday(Today)-Wake up. Go to Colin's farewell. Eat something for the first time in 2 days. Feel gross. Go home. Clean the absolute shit outta my room. Get distracted. Consult facebook.

Basically I've tangled a web of confusion.

I hate love.

Detest it even. Because I get to this point.

And I want it to stop.

Meet person.

Hang out with person.

Enjoy person's company.

Kiss person.

Drift from person.

Stop talking to person.

I always do that. And I think that's how this is going to go down for the rest of my life. Tanner is a classic example. Although, I couldn't really stand him from the beginning.

Maybe I'm one of those people that is GENUINELY supposed to be alone.