I want to delete the stuff about him.
My journal entries, but I'm not going to.
It's good to have something to look back on I guess.
Whatever.
I got tired of the urges to check and then actually checking so I blocked them both on facebook.
If he wants to contact me he has my email, and my friends.
He can go through them, and they can decide to tell me or not.
I got glasses. They bother me a bit.
I'm acing my two culinary classes, and the teacher is amazing too.
I love Mrs. Sandstrom, and her husband makes amazing masks and is an awesome airbrusher.
I'm a big fan of his.
Some shit went down with my friends.
One of them called my mom a psychotic bitch and she snapped.
Let's just say I'm doubting our friendship at this point.
I've started back up on retros, met some people.
Sometimes I wish I could just, crash a car and forget.
But, will I forget?
I also got my license.
I only talk to three people these days.
There was a time that I talked to a whole bunch, and I had friends everywhere.
Even wrote about them in an essay last year.
A summer really changes things, huh?
So, I wasn't good enough.
I hate that I wasn't good enough.
