but you are what you love, kid, and not what loves you back

I'm locking up the bitch in my head who tells me everything I've fucked up. I shouldn't have let her out in the first place.

I'm falling out of love with Fin, and it's taken a helluva lot longer than the few weeks it allegedly took him. I have serious doubts as to his understanding of love, and sincerely suspect that what he views as falling in love wouldn't line up most people's view of such emotions. For instance, testing someone isn't love. Flirting with someone else for the sake of flirting because it's fun, that isn't love. Expecting someone to get over you just because you said so, that isn't love. Abandoning someone on a basement floor when they're crying, that's not love. Making everything out like it's not your fault and you've done nothing wrong and essentially blaming someone else for a wrecked friendship, that's not love. You don't know what love is, and I doubt you ever really will.

There's all these remnants outside from a Silly String (oh, sorry, "Wacky Streamers") War with Kat and Meredith. It makes my heart happy.

I'm going to miss home.