Let's go back to Mike.

Remember when I started here? It was around year 9 which must have been... 5 years ago now. I was 13, yet I remember it all so clearly. Like the times I used to lay in his arms on his bed, in that attic room that he'd hit his head on if he stood straight. Then the time, just after I'd moved into the place that is now my mum's, where I no longer live, we were laying on the bed, watching a movie, and I fell asleep. It was always so comfortable in his arms. Always.

So, why am I thinking about all this tonight?

Well, we were talking, Mike and I, and once again, it hit me. It's that first love that you never quite get over, and it's like it happens all over again every time you talk, or touch, or just see that person. This, although being amazing, is evidently crap and only results in bad things.

Let's start the book again.

Tonight, I should not have done any of the following:
- Speak to Christian
- Speak to Mike
- Speak to Gary
- Drink alcohol
- Eat chocolate
- Eat ice cream
- Eat a burger

So, the moral of this story is: to be healthy and become a lesbian.