finals week is kicking my ass. i'm tired and uninspired. i feel like i'm gonna fail, and i'm very afraid. maybe i'm an overachiever and just don't know it. yet. i hope i'm not. it's just pathetic.

but anyways...i was talking to filipino boy last night, and i sort of told him about my secret life. of course i didn't spill all the juicy details but it felt good just telling him that. i just think it's time that he knows my world doesn't revolve around him anymore. goodness. it's been seven years. it's time to move on. i know i deserve better. what i just can't get over is the fact that i think i might still have some feelings left for him. filipino boy, i mean. i know i wrote about this somewhere before but i just can't help it that i want to keep talking about it. i don't know why. maybe i'm just too self-centered.

but anyways...i'm trying to restrain myself from talking about my secret life. i think it's getting too old. but then again, the more i talk about it, the more i become comfortable with the whole setup. i mean, it doesn't bother me as much anymore. i don't even think about it as much.