I had my heart broken last weekend.
Funny how heart break allows you to see all the faults in a person that you overlooked while you were enamored by them.
I still love this person very much, they're a very close friend and just because they don't want to date me does not mean that I'm going to ditch them. Really, isn't that what love actually is? Sacrificing your own comfort or whatever to see the person you love happy. That's exactly what I'm doing. It hurts to see him dating another girl but I know that he needs me as a friend, and as long as the girl he's with makes him happy I'm going to be supportive of their relationship.

Jeeze, this journal entry started out so pessimisticly, but it's turned quite positive. It's just more proof of the fact that I cannot be a bitter old hag, no matter how hard I try.

I'm already moving on (as you could probably tell by the title). Being a teenage girl, it's practically impossible for me to not fall for another guy. Hopefully this guy will turn out to not be a liar or a-hole like all the others. Hopefully, this guy won't hurt me. He's quite funny and he plays guitar really well. We got into a discussion on why we'd never, ever live in New York- all the reasons we stated had to do with some horror movie in which a monster was unleashed on NY. He's a real riot with a heartbreaker's voice and I think he's just the boy to turn my frown upside down.

Well, that's enough of my ramble about boys and my hormones, how about we discuss why I only do self-portraits? I only do
self-portraits simply because I have no one else to photograph. Sure, I have plenty of lovely and handsome friends, but all of them are camera shy to a painful extent. Luckily, though, I'll be starting PhotoJ in the fall and I'll be able to take photos of people not terrified of a "bad picture". Tune in then to see some pictures of people's faces other than my own.