Here's one of the many things I think about late at night, staring at the ceiling in the dark as friends slowly sign off Facebook.
My life's dream is to be an "artsy" person in some way, shape or form. And when I am that person I always knew I should be, does that mean I'll have to give up everyone and everything I treasure? My friends? My privacy? My love to wander around in my pajamas for hours on Saturday mornings? And most of all, what about Nick? Will I have to leave behind the very first guy I've ever loved? Because I think I love him. For real.
