There are many things that I, would like to say to you, but I don't know how

I normally don't really give a damn about what people think of me.

But this case is different. It's consuming. It's actually a full-blown anxiety. I should probably ask the person in question sometime in the near future what they think of me. But then, that would require courage, something which I lack when it comes to things like this. There's just too much room for awkwardness.

In a very, very twisted way, I think that her getting mad at me is sort of a good sign. Like, she notices me enough to be properly mad at me, if that makes any sense. Very, very twisted.

Lakes Entrance tomorrow for my near-annual retreat with my family. As always, should be good. Except for the forecasted lack of sun. I was hoping to tan up a bit too. Stupid cloud cover.

Word of the Day: Consumed