February: I’m sorry if this is so creased that you can’t read the words that I beg to tell you or that to try to explain that I remember everything you told me.

March: Of course it would be her.

April: Maybe I should update this more often or something.

May: And it was sad and strange and beautiful.

June: I didn't think about you yesterday.

July: I hope that this summer I don't feel like last summer.

August: no updates.

September: I used to be one of the smart ones.

October: I want to go to Africa so bad I might explode.

November: Where in the world did all the classy girls go?

December: I'm sorry if I asked two people if you were still dating.



Interesting.