She said I was the perfect boy. How scary is that? It's going to end in heartbreak. Or just friendship. But love? How could it?

nevermind

I need a fanta so I can fake a weatherreport and get the beach all to myself

I'm getting nice notes to my poem diary on Opendiary. Kewl. I rock. Someone even wrote "I wish I could write like that"! That's pretty much how I feel when I read everybody else's writings... how would've thought anybody would say that to me... weirdness follows