There was a moment today when I was walking towards the library during break with Emery in my ears when I stopped caring. All I cared about were my friends, the people who cared whether I live or die this day.
It was bliss.
I guess by the looks of it, I'm just your typical "studious" high school student trying to get decent grades and fight his way through the tides of popularity. I'm not normal, though. A mixture of romanticism, horniness, girl-shyness, and optimism is a volatile blend waiting to erupt at every moment. Indeed my mood swings all too often, but I only really make those mood swings evident in this journal. I write everything here. Enjoy.