235

Night is a scary place; night makes you think. Horrid, horrible restlessness. There is a moral here about loneliness, a moral here about self-image, a moral here about work ethic.

What else is new.

I think I have fallen in love with these hours. I am finally myself, restless in every way that counts.

I'm down to 235 lets say. I haven't weighed this little since middle school, I was a lot shorter then too. I'm slicker now, something like more responsible and rounded. I like *censored* and I'm not sure why. She's cute, she can be funny, she can be smart, and she is so wonderfully awkward. I don't think I will ever stop hesitating though. The timing is perfect, but everything else is not. Does she even think about me, I wonder. Maybe I should know that first.

I wonder if this transfer business is a good idea, I'm tired of being complacent though. Vermont is a beautiful place full of life, and full of people and persons who I can't live without. Maybe Dan is there, too. It would be nice to meet him finally. I'm sick of feeling like that's my fault. They say admitting you have a problem is the first step to fixing it. There's a lot of wrong people out there too.

-Dan