What an idiot. I'm fascinated with my Creative Writing instructor. He's not particularly hot or anything, but he's smart, and quick and funny and nerdy and extreeeeeemely well read and really into what he's teaching.

I have definitely got a problem.

I am really suffering from biological clock issues these days. I see families and couples and things and I feel like I'm really missing out on something. I just made bad choices in my life, and I probably will continue to do so until I learn to love myself a little more.