I forgot to say,

I've gotten clutzier. Yesterday, I ran into two tables and a chair. The day before that, I sort of bounced off a desk and into a pole, in my math class. *shakes head dolefully*

I wonder why? Preoccupied mind? The continued absence of another, more likely.

Though I am trying to convince myself that I don't really like him that much, that he's really just a friend to me, it's still hard.

I don't like silence, it's the worst thing of all. That's when my imagination picks up and runs away with me, dragging me along. Continually getting my feet knocked from beneath me, stumbling the whole way away. Vivid, overactive mind. *reprimands self, sighs*

Well, I've promised myself that I won't have two very long posts at the same time, so that's all, I guess. I'll have more later, do not doubt. This mind never quits thinking.