i'm pretty nervous, or i think i'm excited. i have butterflies in my stomach. i guess it's normal. i felt this way the three last times we've seen eachother. it's a good feeling. probably the best feeling in the world. in the same time i can't help myself worrying a bit. i'm worried that he will get sick of me now when we hang  more than a week in a row. i know it's stupid that i'm even thinking that. but what can i say? i'm a fucking girl, a typical girl in love. i think. i think i think to much. stop thinking, act instead. see what will happen. i'm excited. if you never try you'll never know like someone said.