Returning.

Coming back could have been a little bit more seamless, a little less stressful, and a little more exhilarating. My apartment is gorgeous. I am in love with it and am in love with the potential memories I can make here. I've been trying to teach myself how to cook. We'll see how well that goes. At least I can bake brownies. 

I find myself in an uncomfortable place with my group of friends. Some of them can be such children and behave just like jealous, catty siblings. I know that Kyle and I became closer last semester, though I wouldn't say we are closer than he is with anyone else, I know that I am closest with him out of all of my friends. Someone made a comment that suggested he and I would end up together by the end of the year. Naturally, I found it to be one of those immature comments that girls make because they find my relationships with men are never void of sexual tension. Regardless, this is the issue with the boy-girl best friend dynamic. Someone always falls in love. Someone always gets attached. So if it's not Kyle, maybe it will be me.

I'm feeling inspired. I think I'll start writing again. As Ava said it best, this is going to be my year. I don't know what she meant entirely, but I think things are going to come full circle. I just have to learn to stop reading into things. 

Alex accused me of being too "emotionally involved." I don't think guys understand that most women just want a clear end to things. As a result, I called him incessantly waiting for him to tell me it was over. He never said it. He just called me rude. I love stubborn men.