Today I had a conversation with one of the people I've known the longest, still talk to, and still pretty okay with.

And I was about to go on the whole spiel about how me having a crush and then some on my screenwriting professor was completely wrong/immoral/unhealthy/everything that catholic schools teaches you is bad. But it's not. I've been thinking a lot more than I do lately. Writing. Being able to be me. I can deny and deny, pretend it's not there, act like it shouldn't be happening, but it won't make it stop. I'm scared, but who isn't? All I know is that it's clear that he enjoys what I have to say, and is in a bad mood in class when I'm in a bad mood. Whatever that means.

Oh, and Mom is never going to be happy with anyone I date. Really though. But that's old news.