Okay, So I Guess...

...I'm not done writing for tonight!

Rai, I have more to say to you after your last post...I wanna tell you about your religion. I think that you should just simply ask your parents or anyone else you know who's older and knows about being what you are. You shouldn't feel ashamed or embarrassed...Your curious. I think you'll feel better after...Or even, buy a book from Barnes' about Muslims. It's a simple way to learn more about the history.

You know I actually spend a lot of time thinking about religion. Haha, true that I probably think about boys a little more than I think about religion, but I do. There are A LOT of things that I don't know about religion or anything, but one thing I know I do believe in is a higher power. I figure that if the world (this huge big amazing thing) is here then there's gotta be something bigger elsewhere, there's gotta be a purpose for everything. God, I believe in him. And I know that I don't always do what I should to live a more...holy, I guess you would say, life but I figure God knows that I don't intend or want to be in anyway sinful. I don't lie to him...I tell him that I know I could be living a more better life, but I don't. That my soul (Haha, yep Rai I'm talking 'bout my soul) is his to keep regardless of what my body does.

Haha, I wonder if it sounds weird to you guys that I said I 'tell' him...I guess what I do instead of praying is I converse with God. Which is basically what praying is, but I lay in my bed (before I go to sleep) and I just talk (in my head of course, haha, I'd probably sound crazy talking to myself). I tell him about my day, ask him to help me with my acne, homework, my parents, to help my friends with their problems, to help my family with $$$ issues...I tell him sorry about not reading the Bible, and for not going to church. I tell him about all the crazy crushes I have...

I think in a way...Rai, that that may be the way I get in touch with myself, or my soul...

Okay, okay, I think I'm going way more into religion and that stuff when I only wanted to write about 2 that you said in your post...The 1st was your worries about your religion and I did that...Then the next was the whole 'a lot of guys like you' remark...Haha, I would just like to say...That I only count Glee Boy as the only guy who likes me...And I am just waiting for him to be like 'Why am I dating her?'....I don't know what keeps him with me...I really don't...

And Karate Kid does not count. I don't know what that kid's dealio is, but he doesn't like me.

And we're not counting Burrito. Goodness, I have to talk to him tomorrow. I have to ask him if he was going under the impression that I am single. If he says yes, then I'll apologize for leading him on, if that's what I did.

I having something to tell you guys.

Gleeboy told me that he loves me.

LOVES ME.

On the phone.

He said he knows it's really sudden, but that he just had to say it.

I told him that I wasn't going to say it back, but that I really really really like him.

I think it's too soon, way too soon, to be saying anything like that...Haha, if he makes it through tomorrow without breaking up with me then at least he will have beaten David ('cuz we broke up after exactly one week). I mean the boy is going to move in a month. I wonder if we're going to break up, or attempt to have a long distance relationship...

Goodness, this is exactly why I know I am not good at being in a relationship.

I suck at this. I mean I've only gone out with Jobro., David, and Glee Boy...

JoBro.- We never even kissed, and I was like totally drooling over Chuppa the entire time I was dating him.

David- Was a complete waste of time...And only lasted a week. Gross, I'd rather forget him all together.

Then there's Glee Boy, who's already told me he loves me...But is moving...And I am totally flirting with other guys! I mean, am I not? I am the one who gave Burrito my # and I am the one who got in Burrito's car!!! God, just wonder what I would've done if Burrito wanted to kiss me! Would I have stopped him? Would I have enjoyed it? Would I have felt guilty after? Would I have cared if I hurt him or Glee Boy? I suck.

Okay, I'm done...I'm gonna go and figure out what I'ma say to Burrito tomorrow.

Bub-Bye!

Klemey.