Ever told Jill I liked her.
She never would have noticed, even though I'm terrible at hiding my feelings.
Maybe I should have just been normal friends with her.
My compliments never did much for her.
I could never tell if they made her uncomfortable, or what. She never seemed to take them well. Almost like they were cumbersome.
Maybe I should have just been friends with her. My feelings never had a purpose.
Never had a purpose.
The I-don't-know-what-to-call-this-yet Journal
I'm changing the use of the journal. I'm keeping my old entries because they're special. But I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with the journal, now. "Jill & misc" Writing about Jill. A big point of interest in this chapter of my life. An