I was going to do things before I went to bed, but I kind of don't want to anymore.

He never goes on picnics with me.

Maybe I really do like him.

Maybe that's why this is suddenly a lot harder than it was a week ago.

Maybe this is why I shouldn't get too close.

This is kind of uncomfortable, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

I'm not sure how I feel about feeling this way.
Not again.