Controlled Empathy.

After some wrong turns (about an extra hours' worth) we got to Washougal Falls. It kinda makes the Sandy look exactly like the toilet it is but I wish it had actual sand than rocks. Megan practice swimming and I practice hiding my pubic hair under the little bottoms I borrowed from her. Her and Paris are some couple, for how much longer I can't say. Watching them interact is the most confusing thing ever.

It looks a little better in prospects regarding that non-platonic relationships, the platonic are doing pretty good too. I still need to work on my shyness, it only happens sometimes but it shouldn't really happen when it does. Old habits are hard to break? weird?