I was reading my old journal entries and I got to the ones I wrote in the beginning of college when I first met James. Only one thought popped into my head.

What the hell was I thinking?

I sounded like the stupidest, most lovesick, most naive, immature little shit. Liking someone after knowing him for a day. What the hell was wrong with me? Wasting my birthday with him, wasting my time writing about him and how great he was, how could I be so stupid? I'm ashamed to say I felt those things. This is the same kid who had sex with two other girls in the same week that he and I called it quits, there I was gushing about how we handled it maturely and I had found the right person at the wrong time. So ignorant. So juvenile. As the Who said, I won't get fooled again...