I wonder if he reads my blog. I wonder if Kevin reads my blog. Sometimes I even wonder if Eric reads my blog. I guess I'm just curious who reads this. Kevin told me once he read it, so sometimes I wonder if he remembered the link and found it.

So I'm scared of hanging out with Kevin because I'm scared I'll start to like him again. he seems happy, so good for him. I'm happy so, so I guess we're even in some way. I can't help but remember what I used to think when I was with him. I thought I was different. I thought I was the one that got through to him, the one that would be there, and he would be different too.

I don't know if that ever happened though.