Sober, really.

I'm glad it's finally feeling like spring. There's always the possibility of random snowfall in the middle of the night, but it's warm enough for spring skirts and sandals :) I love America. I don't want to go home. Not yet.

"I miss you, sort of."

"I miss you too, definitely more than sort of."

You can't help but have a layer of insecurities after being fooled and deceived. You're aware that things don't always seem like it is. There's no such thing as signals or assuming things. You just know, that these things doesn't exist. But what's the significance of that existing? Preachers preach and lovers love. That's really what you see and what you know, but are you really going to rely on generic assumptions?

No. I'd rather deny these feelings than be the one with the bucket of ice cream and a pair of new shoes at the end of the show.

I am not going to let someone in, and let that person take control of my emotions. Because you know, you can overpower me. I'm weak of you just being, let alone under your manipulation. You'll always have your conscience screaming at you, making you doubt yourself. I don't need another "I don't think this feels right". The feeling of comfort is amazingly beautiful and that's the only thing that matters. It's not something I'd like to put a label on, it just feels right the way it is for the moment.

Please let the doubts and uncertainties flow away :)