[25] To Love And Be Loved
The rest of this weekend was extremely uneventful. Last night I stayed up till about 1 reading Gossip Girl and doing yoga. While we're on the subject, there's something I've never gotten: how does practicing yoga everyday make you lose weight? All it is, basically, is doing weird positions and breathing in and out. I just don't get it. It must be one of those life mysteries.
I always wonder what it's like to love and be loved. Whenever I try to think about growing old with someone I can't fully imagine it. Is that bad? I can't imagine living with one person for the rest of my life. Or actually, maybe I just can't imagine one person living with me. I've never seen myself as important. Like a person someone can't live without. In fact, I don't think the people I say are my best friends say that I'm their best friend. Because I'm just not that kind of person.
Perhaps someday I will know what it's like, and I'll look back at this entry and laugh at myself.
I'm only fifteen, after all.
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