hmmm...I'm thinking of going the way of "E to the Chee" by switching journals and going "friends to the only". I've got so many memories here, though. Seriously, I've got like 80 things in my memories. Maybe I can just privatize this journal.
I was going through memories and reading old poetry I wrote. It's crazy. I don't even understand most of it anymore. It's like someone else wrote it.
I posted an extra valentine today, because I want people to love me.