Sometimes I wonder why it's so hard to say the three simple words, "I love you" to someone for the first time. I can only come up with part of my full reason. That part is that I'm afraid of what the person I love's reaction will be. I mean, it was already hard to get the words out, so it'd be pretty bad if I got a reaction like "What the hell?! No!" All the other reasons are a mystery. I suppose they all have something to do with the whole feelings of having butterflies in you stomach, complete euphoria, and the feel of having your feet firmly planted on the ground while your head's high above in the clouds.

All I know right now is that it feels like...sumfink. I can't think of a word to describe how it feels that I'd tell the person. The only word I can think of that sums up all of the words for the way I feel about them and how I feel when I'm around them is love. But, as I've said before, I'm afraid to tell them "I love you."

Sad thing is, he prolly wouldn't go for me any time soon. Right now he's apparently got a crush on this ninth grader because all of the girls in middle school are either really immature or just dating someone based on looks or "popularity"(which would also count as immaturity I think). I dunno, I think I'm plenty mature. I mean, I'm not sitting around with all the other girls talking about who "likes" who, or who's "dating" who, and "Lyke, omigod, who do you like?" Every time I get this question, I get weird looks and often slight glares when I say "Um, my personal life is none of your business, especially seeing as I don't even know you." You'd think they'd be asking this to grow closer to someone and possibly make friends, but no, they just wnat to know so they can tell everyone they know so they can all gossip about and scoff at you behind your back.

I feel like writing poetry.