And,

I think they love me too.
But that just makes this feeling worse.

Sunday.

I am extremely glad I went to Brianna's 18th last night. What a good time.
I have a suggestion. Do not chug a Smirnoff Ice. It makes you feel really dizzy. True story.

If I'm not allowed to talk about it, you shouldn't be either.

I don't like this mixture of feelings. On one had, it surrounds me, people talking about it and being involved, so I want to be included. But then experiencing it is another thing, that still scares me.

That is all.

ps.

I've been corrupted due to some very corrupting influences which I spend most of my time around.
Exhibit A:
Becca is sitting at her computer reading on of those questionnaire things that people used to put in their blogs on nexopia/in notes on facebook.
She reads the question, "Can you blow a bubble?"
She comments to herself, "I can blow a hell of a lot more than a bubble."
Bad Becca. Bad.