I must be a masochist or something...

...because each time I watch a chick flick it's just rubbing salt in the wound. At least in this one the guy dies at the end.

It's not that I'm ashamed or anything, it's just that you'd think that by your senior year in high school you'd at least have some idea of what everyone's always talking about.

Not me, though.

These.... bitter moods don't usually come up that often, but they have been recently. It's like everywhere I go there's a couple holding hands, a couple making out. And I suppose it's one thing to be single and know what you're missing, but to be single, seventeen, and completely in the dark...

Well, some people might call that pathetic. I would probably agree with them.