Breakup.

Mutual feeling. One-sided reeling.

Relief. Hurts like hell. Happy. Crying. Laughter. Sobs.

Need. Don't want. Want? Don't need? Does it matter?

I care, I adore, I could never love. He cared, he adored, he could never love. Unfair to us, unfair to each other.

"Promise me that we can still be friends; promise that there will be no awkwardness."

Friends, yes. Awkward? Always.

I sat there and I realized that I wanted to be his girl friend, not his girlfriend. I wanted to end it, I wanted things to be simple, I wanted to be friends. So why does it hurt if I wanted it? Why does it hurt if I was the one who finally got the courage to say, "It's not working out, is it?"

Answer: Breaking up is hard to do. Stay around, wait for it to get better? End it now just in case it doesn't? Lose-lose? Friends. I don't know how to be his friend. I only know how to be his girlfriend.

Does he hurt like I do? He doesn't seem like it. Does he hurt like I do? Does he hurt at all?

Mutual feeling, one-sided reeling.

She said, "Don't be stupid."

And I said, "Well, he can't help that."

I am reasonably certain that I am the only person in my Spanish II class who has retained anything from last year. Technically, that's an exaggeration, but it does seem that a disproportionate number of my classmates don't even remember numbers.

I think my Spanish teacher has caught on to this as well. Every once in awhile, she'll come up to me and start jabbering away at me in Spanish. I chatter back at her easily, as she never asks anything hard. We'll have little 30-second conversations, and then I'll realize that the entire room has gone silent, and everybody's staring at us as though we're speaking in a foreign language.

They say that Ashlee Simpson dyed her hair to differentiate herself from Jessica.

Actually, she really did it because she looks kind of like Paris Hilton.

I have returned.

I've been quite busy the past week.

Read: there's a new boyfriend. This development requires much of my attention.

His name is Josh, and he's adorable. He is, quite simply, perfect.

Life is good.