After school today, the auditions for the Spring Play, The Clumsy Custard Horror Show, were held. Megan and I sat in the light booth during the auditions, watching them and making fun of the participants. It was great.

Then we started talking. We both agree that things had changed since we confessed our feelings for each other. Megan said that she felt she had lost a friend. I told her that I didn’t know how to act around her anymore. It was weird. Being this honest frightens me. Not because I’m afraid of the outcome, necessarily; it’s more that I don’t like having that much of myself “on display” — so to speak. But we agreed that we would do our best with the situation, and be friends.

God, I don’t know what’s going on with this. I’m afraid of trying to be with her for so many reasons: 1. she’s my friend, and I’m tired of losing friends through failed relationships, 2. she’s never been in a relationship before, 3. I think I’m cursed … I’m so scared of this, I don’t know what to do. OK — breathe …