I haven't been able to explain my emotions lately. One minute I'm happier than a pig in shit, the next I'm sobbing my eyes out. I wanted a change. And I got one. But I'm not sure if this is the change that I wanted. Maybe it is and I just don't realise it yet. Maybe I'm just selfish and always want something more. I always want something different than what I have. Even if what I have is all that I need. I recently finished a book about pregnancy and having babies. It made me think about wanting one. The late nights, the precious baby clothes, the coos, the unconditional love. Then I slapped myself into reality. While babies are cute and fun to play with, I can't even handle my own life, let alone an infant's. My boyfriend is a great man. But sometimes I think I take him for granted. Sure, we've had our fights, some worse than others. And there are always the times where we bug each other to the point of not wanting to see each other. But as he sits here next to me in the library, with the computers on our laps (cause that dumb lady stole my table), I know he wouldn't want to sit here next to anyone else. He loves me, and only me. And sometimes I take that for granted. I went on a lovely walk with a friend yesterday. We started off by picking up litter, but soon the historical and intricately designed houses distracted us from helping our environment. Not like the streets were really all that dirty anyway. But it was fun to eat popsicles with her. I love writing long entries.