. . . heartfelt?

" You know a nigga love and care about you. A lot. I got shit of yours that you don't even know I have. Just so I can be close to you. In perfect condition too. I've never been like this with any female before. I don't even tell my mom "I love you" every second like that, so you can't expect me to do that for my girl. But just 'cause I don't say it everyday doesn't mean that's not how I feel. And you know I mean it. Ask anybody if they ever caught me saying I loved any girl at this school...They haven't. I wouldn't just say some shit like that to you and not mean it. And that's on God and everything I love."


- The Situation

Well, shit. . .

Last week was possibly the longest week of my life. So much work, school, and school and work. And then relationship and friendship issues to top it off. As far as friends, I need a break from everyone. A vacation. I don't love them any less, I'm just always around them. In regards to love, "what he won't do. .. 20 other men will." I don't really feel like that at the moment, but its what I keep telling myself. . There's a strong possibility that I may never get exactly what I want from him. And I'm starting to come to terms with that.Things are getting real. I can't be the happy-go-lucky, friendly, sheltered girl from Los Angeles anymore. No matter how much I want to.