Dear Diary,

Yes... I found my old diary the other day in the midst of moving out of my old apartment. It was loaded with all sorts of memories of me being obsessed with this boy named Aaron.
The funny thing is, he contacted me through my myspace music page today... Oh the weirdness. He's married with kids and does some software business or something.
It just made me think of how we as teenagers, or pre-teens... in my case, get sooo incredibly obsessed with the opposite sex when we're maturing.
Funny thing is,
I look way better at 32 than I did at 12.
He doesn't.