I wouldn't consider myself someone to fall in love easily, but when I do, I fall HARD.

I told myself that I would write down something almost everyday during my years of high school. The last time I touched this was after finals freshman year. Note to self: don't look back on that unless you want to roast the shit out of yourself.

The school year just started like, what, two weeks ago? But here's the thing, I've realized something.

I have a crush on Michelle Jones.

I mean, I've known her for as long as I could remember. Well, not exactly. We've just had classes together and we're on the decathlon team together, that's about it.

But here's the thing, I don't know what to do about this crush. I've never developed a crush on someone so quickly. The last time I had a crush on someone was in middle school. Gross. Can you imagine two brace faces just going at it and making out in the middle of the hallway? I'm gagging just thinking about it.

I'm hoping that writing these journal entries can help me come to terms with this crush. Maybe if I direct these entries towards her it'll give me a sense of whatever the fuck is going through my head.

I'm really not used to these things. The feeling of crushing on someone, especially now that I'm more aware of my sexuality and such, is a very foreign thing to me. Perhaps one day it won't feel so foreign and the butterflies won't bother me anymore.

I'll just take it one day at a time. Maybe this crush will go away. Maybe it'll grow bigger. Maybe I'll just explode. I prefer the last option.

Shit, my mom's calling me for dinner. I could smell meatloaf when I came home from school and I kind of wanted to throw up on the spot, but I can't complain. It's not like I'm the one putting in the effort or anything.

Let's just hope for the best.

Til next time, I guess.