Every time I think I want a boyfriend, something happens where I realize I don't. I want to grow. I want to learn metaphysics and poetry and even more music. I want to know everything. Who would understand that? I start talking (what they understand as nonsense) and I realize that no one understands me. But maybe that's how I want it.
I'm going to do it. I'm going to try to read the whole coursepack for my Philosophy class by the end of winter break. Then I'm going to read Plato's book on love. Or maybe vice versa. I'll start with that. Metaphysics is far easier than poetry.
Only once today, but it was much better. I said I was going to study.
Now I actually do need to study.
Hooray, it's Christmas. Only a week and a half until I see you again, San Francisco.
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