I wonder why one day I think something, then the next I think completely the opposite.
Like sometimes I really wish I had a boyfriend.
I mean it would be nice to have someone to kiss an cuddle with.
But the next day I'm glad I don't have one.
Because they are to much to worry about, and I really don't want to deal with that.
Plus most of my friends have boyfriends or did have boyfriends that acted like complete douches.
I need to find a boy that is like me and likes me, for who I am.
That would be wonderful.
But I don't think it will happen.
Of course I did have that until a certain thing called Florida took him away!
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