  Is it me that ruins everything, or what? I wish to think it's not me. I seem to make people sad, and happy, and sad on seperate occasions. I suppose everyone does. You know, I think it's kinda sweet, but it's probably just silly... Last night, I couldn't sleep, and I just grabbed my stuffed animal that I'd had since the day I was born, I held it, and thought about the future. I hoped to have a son, I' d probably name him Jake, because although I like the name Dimitri, Jake is more normal. And I know it probably wont happen, but I kinda wished I could marry Kristin. I could only imagine how wonderful she'd look in a wedding dress, how great of a mother she'd be. Yeah, I'm only 15, but still, I wish I could stay with her that long, or at least be able to meet somebody as kind, as good as her. It would be wonderful if possible. I could just think about how beautiful she is, how much she loves me...
I fell asleep at about that point. It seemed like anything little to bicker about, any little fights didn't matter. Just some of the wonderful little things to let each other know we love each other. I feel bad I make her sad, but I know I make her happy as much as she does me, or at least I hope so... 
