I do like her, I do.

I almost called her tonight, but didn’t (actually I did and the signal didn’t go through. I take these as signs) and decided not to because first, I want to be friends, and I thought well friends call each other. I don’t just call a friend.

And this can’t be liking her anymore.

So I didn’t talk to her, probably a good thing.

I talked to Sarah today, from France, and she’s doing well, I told her how I am and who I like, and, like her brother, she told me how great this girl was and it’s harder not to like her then.

But she told me, well I’ll keep that a secret.

Anyway, I wish I didn’t fall face first into the dirt anymore. I don’t mind the scabs, but it’s just no fun when I hurt because of it.