I couldn't sleep last nite.

It seems like whenever I'm under real pressure, my mind wanders off and takes a vacation to think about other things in an attempt to avoid the current situation. It's been almost a year and I thought I was doing better keeping those memories out of my head. Every once in a while I get lonely and I start thinking about him and what happened between us. To this day, I still feel confused. I don't think I'll ever know how he felt or whether he was really telling the truth. I wonder if my feelings were clear to him...for some reason I don't think they were cuz I'm pretty good at hiding my feelings.

If I had another chance to explain myself, I would say that I fell too hard.

I got scared and ran away.

Harold and Kumar Escape from Guananamo Bay
My fav part of the movie was this poem

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed