I had a great time last night, including the awkward moments.  I can't say it's the best time in my life, but it was certainly fun.

Today is a day about jealousy, methinks!  My mind is constantly trying to work it out - put together the pieces of the puzzle, one might say, to make them fit together and make sense.  I get jealous.  Ridiculously jealous, that is, and I'm not sure why.  Whenever I think about it, it doesn't make sense to get jealous, because I'm confident in my assumptions of another (nameless, but you probably know who it is) person's feelings for me.  Or perhaps not.  Maybe I'm only kidding myself and I'm incredibly insecure.  However, I don't think that's the case.  Anyway, now he's jealous of me, wants me all to himself while he gets whatever he wants.  To this, I say, nay!  But, for some reason, I still love him.  In spite of the way he's treated me, his hypocritical ways, etc, I always forgive him and run back.  I don't like running.  It makes me tired and irritable.  Perhaps I shouldn't do it anymore.  I rarely do what I should, though.  Only what I want.  Welcome to the life of a hedonist.  Join me.  It's okay sometimes, and almost always self-satisfying in the present tense, which is all I really care or think about anyway.         Usually.

I keep seeing them.  They haunt me.  Even when I close my eyes.  And you do nothing to stop the ghosts.  You want me to be haunted.  Maybe it makes me look paler.