Complications
Things have been going somewhat weirdly for me as of late.

Emily's been bothering me again. And we've been talking very strangely. Sometimes it's like we're both thinking "Holy fuck, why did I ever date this prick?" and other times I think we're so, so close to getting back together again. We're not 'dating', and we're not exactly friends, and we don't hate each other. But yet we still have so much influence over each other. It's seriously the weirdest situation I've ever been in.

And yes. Prom is this Saturday. And I'm taking Sarah. Which is really cool and stuff, but things seem kind of strange now that I've been calling Emily at 11:30 at night and stuff. Yeah.

Really, I don't know if I'm being a bastard or if I'm being really logical. I have no fucking idea what's going on. At all.

Things would be so much easier if I were a hermit living in Wyoming. But I'm not. So stuff is, as the great poet Avril Lavigne once put it, "complicated".