Been thinking a lot about youknowwho. I say "youknowwho" but you wouldn't really know who he was, because I just met him. And it's awful. I haven't felt this way since the first time I laid eyes on the actual youknowwho. I've spent a grand total of 4 hours with him, and I don't want to feel this way, but I do. I don't know why. I wanted to pretend I was joking when we left and I told Mary that I was in love with him, but I wasn't. But I'm moving, so...oh well. Hah, the one time I do care, I shouldn't.


Aaaand he's married. Officially giving up on relationships and getting married. Good-bye, love-life..