It’s all so bizarre. I feel like I don’t know myself anymore. I have a theory though. I think that somehow, I’ve gone back to who I was before but part of me is still the person I have become. Somehow, the two of them coexisted and created a kind of internal time warp.

As I sit here reading my old journal, I realize that I miss having a handwritten journal. Somehow, it feels more personal that way. My only concern is the fact that seeing as how I have roommates, I am never sure of how secure my journal will be. Not that it should be a problem seeing as how much more dramatic my roommates’ lives are.

Macy has taken that giant leap with her boyfriend (the L word). By that I mean, living in. I’m just waiting for the wedding, at this point. Miel, who already has a boyfriend, is being pined after by one of her superiors at work. It’s like living inside one of those primetime shows. There are the standard relationship dramas, the pretty girls that the guys try hard to impress, the work or school or social dramas, and then there is the slightly (or totally) neurotic narrator who the audience knows better than his/her colleagues know about. So I guess this is where we start. Call me Belle.