je veux aller en france.
i've been before, but only for a few days. i would give anything to go back. maybe i can study abroad while i'm in school. i am taking french next semester. i've taught myself a little, but nothing too impressive.
i felt something on the streets of paris. a rush. beyond any other city i've ever been in. i love the countryside. i love the ruins. j'adore france.

j'adore un garcon aussi... or would it be "trop"? i'm horrible with adverbs and such...
i think i love him anyway. he fascinates me. i doubt it's love. with me, it's only lust. only and always. it's pointless to even try to say it's love.

another set may find its way here... who knows?

i feel so pathetic. i hate falling for anyone. i hate rejection. i have been rejected. c'est la vie.

wish i had booze to drown my sorrows.