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I've had more awkward moments in the past week of my life than before I can remember.

And I have way too much information floating around in my head.

I'm not sure I can continue taking more in.

How come everything just started getting entirely bizarre?

I'm not sure much can surprise me from this point.

And although I'm entirely aware that I'm incredibly guilty of online stalking, it makes me uncomfortable to know that someone else may be stalking me, or a stranger openly reading my blog.

I hope my final three weeks in Italy doesn't continue to be this way. I'm not sure I could handle that.

I have trouble looking people in the eye lately. I don't generally have trouble looking people in the eye. I can lie to people, and still look them in the eye. But when it comes to complexities involving matters of the heart and nights of intoxication. Those two points, whether together or separate. I have difficulty dealing with.


Dear, I'm just shaking my head this week.