Dealing

I pulled the other entries from my blog because people can be very cruel. I will probably switch the location of my blog because of the hatred. I wish the location had not been published, I know some like what I write but not everyone does.

I think what I find most comical is that people jumped to so many conclusions. I am a swimmer and I have curly blond hair. So what. I could look like a leprechaun for all you know. You have imposed your needs and desires on me. I must be beautiful, I must be tall, I must be Adonis.

I am not. I am okay looking, not too terribly tall (5'10") and I am not good enough for my college team, although I do work out with them. I also have some trophies from when I had a horse. I guess that must make me híppos leukós.

I am terribly in love with Marco, and I know I am sort of sappy about that. I have never been in love before and I have never been with a guy before. I know I shouldn't brag but I can't help myself sometimes. We are going to dinner now, and I hope Marc can join us. I will feel terribly alone if he doesn't even if he is just a few feet away in the kitchen.

Bye for now.