  why can't every girl be as lucky as me to have so many boys that really like&nbsp;me and don't ever get around to asking&nbsp;me out? it's like they know i am crazy-bonkers about them and then don't feel obliged to reciprocate. i have to tell you a secret, and that is that I am terrible at letting things go.
My memory is wonderful and I can never completely stop liking boys that I am crazy-bonkers about. I hear a song on the radio and i want to call Scott, who was actually my boyfriend, so I suppose that's not a very good example, is it? I write a note and I want to hand it to Nate. I long for conversation and, in turn, Frankie. I drive by Frontier City and want to sit close to Drew.
I swim and want to swim with Ken. I watch anyone making out and I want to be making out. &nbsp; More tomorrow. My mom wants me to go to bed now. &nbsp; 
