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I wasn't kidding when I said I climb mountains now days. Snow and ice and whipping wind on Bascom hill, they might as well have placed Mount Everest between me and Italian class. I finally cried yesterday, I fucking did it I sat on the floor of the bathroom and I balled, I let my mascara smudge and smear and I drooled and I whined and I went all out because I needed to. It felt so healthy to just drop on the floor and whale about everything. Jessica Santos-Martinez has Michael Porter to cry to. I have the weirdest man that possibly could have been dropped into my life, he's odd and unexpected and spontaneous and everyone loves him. It was bad luck for everyone when we both accidentally thought the other was what we were looking for. I really was wrong and I wish I could have made that assessment before I fully succumbed to the obnoxious crush I have on him. I am the only one that has to worry about getting hurt because you are absolutely brimming with self confidence and experience, so get the fuck out of my room!!