Today has just been a confusion of revelations that was packaged to bring news of elation as well as melancholy.

A friend quarreled with her boyfriend, again. Lent a listening ear to her, and it certainly assured my decision of having a boyfriend isn't the best choice for me at this point of life. FD was like, "This is your teenage years. Get a bf." Right.

Oh on that train of thoughts, I was let in on a news that someone used to like me. And I hated his guts, just as I thought he hated mine. Haha... I don't like him... I don't like anyone for goodness sake, another guy has been asking me insistently the guys I used to like and currently liking. Like the word "like" has been overused just in this paragraph.