i think it's funny to look back in retrospect at what i wrote last summer. when i met austin i was so young. i had no idea what perfection was. he's a great guy but perhaps i was a tad melodramatic. i wonder whether next summer i'll look back and scoff at falling in love with tyler. for some reason i don't think so. it seems really real this time and i think the fact that i'm willing to let myself be loved might have something to do with it as well.
i really need to write my death of a salesman essay. god i'm a slacker.