I hate that I feel like I have no friends except for my three best friends. All I ever do is school, work, and sit at home.
So the other day my mom told me she didn’t think I was in love with Patrick.
I think she may have been right. I was just in love with finally finding someone that I could be with and be so comfortable around but looking back, I now realize what I felt was not being “in love”. I did love him and still do but I was never in love.
Thought I should write that somewhere.