|15th of March, 2007 | 6:11 p.m.
Noodle, I need your powers. The power to bring forth the words which are heavy, but move swiftly. SWIFT. Like so many breezes. Swift wouldn't be my first choice of words to use to describe breezes, but you know.
I'm confused. Except I'm not. I only say I'm confused because it's easier than talking about what I really know is going on. What is going on? I'm trying to stop myself from developing feelings for him, knowing full well that it has already happened.