15.

Six months later. So much has happened. I nearly lost my job. I got a new job. I made a new friend. I alienated my parents... again. And amidst all this I have a new boy. *A* boy. One, single boy. For the past six months. One boy. Long gone are the days when I had multiple boys. So long that I don't even tantrum about that anymore. Atleast not to the boy. He's *still* a little sensitive about it. He's kind of a sap like that. But he was so strict about this "you can't date other boys" business. I asked him if I could date other girls and he denied me that too. Selfless love is a lie. Love makes people selfish, apparently.

Look at me, catching all of you up on my life. Like any of you care. You just come here to get your dose of strange voyeuristic peek at my life. But I show it to you. Voluntarily. Which makes me an exhibitionist. I wonder how the boy feels about that.