I feel like every semester I begin with high hopes for something to happen with a boy. Then, I get up to school and something turns out terrible. Then, I go through the semester hating boys. Then, a few weeks before the end someone just happens to pop into my life. I don't even know if I understand WHY. The weirdest part is I always feel like it was someone that I've seen throughout the semester that is somehow NOW paying attention to me. Well, this semester is no different. But, this time I'm not getting my hopes up. Now, don't confuse that phrase with I won't be happy... BECAUSE I WILL BE HAPPY!!!! It's just I can't let myself be hurt again. I choose happiness.
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