For the first time in my life today, I was asked out, and I said no.
I hated doing it.
But we had talked for like six hours the other night, and we didn't have a lot in common, he's too young and in my honest opinion, I wasn't attracted to him. I gave him a really fair shot. But I still hated shooting him down. I've had enough time to think about it, and decided I'm going to wait a little while. Dating isn't right for me right now, and neither is a quick fling. I'm having a lot of fun with my friends, no matter how much trouble we get in.
On the bright side, I said no. I've gone out with every guy thats ever asked me out before, and I've asked out a few by myself. Progress? I think yes.
I'm writing a lot lately, both Reckless and other little things, mostly short poetic stories like the Waiting Room I posted here.
I also started painting again and I have a brilliant idea for a present.

Goodnight for now, world.