The way we relate comes so natural but has so much potential to become amazingly complicated.

While part of me thinks that I'm madly in love with him, another part thinks that I am using him for comfort. Not to mention the completely nutty part of me just wants to fuck his brains out.

So, yeah, I'm torn.

The only thing I am sure of is that there isn't a single part of me that wants to be his girlfriend. This is an andrea-phenomenon. When in my life have I not cared about a boy without believing we were going to run off into the sunset, make a million babies and live happily ever after?

Do you think that I am (gasp!) growing up?

I sure hope so.

I just need to find the maturity to begin my class work, talk to Bob, and/or go out tonight.

Andrea