Right now, I wish this could be my diary, my story. But this past week I have throttled into the paranoia of jinx. By that, I mean if I am to explain to people, or merely type the upside of anything going on that it will take on my usual luck and turn to a piece of unicorn shit. So I'm stuck, you know? In telling you everything or nothing at all. I am the happiest and most terrified I've been in a very long time, so let me pace myself. But on the awful side of things, school starts again Monday. Also, I came to concrete realization about myself. It's sad, really. I'd rather be afraid of a man than afraid of losing him.
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