I don't have much to say, to be honest, and am only writing this so as not to miss a month. I'd like to be writing about the joys of being in love. Instead, all I can think of is the pain and terrible awkwardness, the difficulty of unrequited feelings. It's difficult if you're the object of someone's unwanted love. It's even harder if you're the one who is smitten and is powerless to do anything about it.
I've said it once and I'll say it again... life is hard.
I've said it once and I'll say it again... life is hard.