I want pancakes.

My tummy is grumbling, and my grumpy mood from last night didn't exactly wear off with sleep. There's only one thing to be done- breakfast, and then figuring out what exactly my problem is so that I can change it.

You know, I think my problem is I'm sick of playing games. I don't want to go through anymore wrong guys- and I don't want to find dissapiontment again. These are unrealistic expectations, because in all truth, I wouldn't know how to tell if a guy was right or not anyway. Plus, there is always going to be dissapointment of some sort.

Innocent crushes drive me insane, because I'm not brave enough to act on them, so I get all depressed about something that never had the chance to go wrong.

If I wait, the right guy might just find me. I mean, forever, he is my dream- so I do care.

But maybe I'm done looking for a while. I'm temporarily putting my care on hold.

We'll see if it works, but I'm really not going to worry about dating anyone anymore. Kat said a few days back that I should just enjoy the snuggling while I have it. Maybe I'll try to do that- instead of letting it break my heart when he lets go next time, I'll just be thankful there was a next time. No commitment involved on either side.

Right.