I Was Meant To Be Yours

Oh, Young Love

Dear Diary,

I hate love, and love hates me... Cupid probably has something against me...

The next day, I met up with Norm before school. Martha wasn't anywhere to be seen and I didn't have the courage to confront Heather, so I met up with him and copied his biology homework (talking about the body is SO much fun, right?).

Anyways, after I was done copying, we small-talked. (Favorite color, spirit animal, most hated teacher, etc...) It was super boring, but, oh well, at least boring is normal.

I wasn't boring, was I? JD decided to join in. We had some good times, didn't we? Sneaking beers, staying over late; I miss us.

I tried to block him out and continue my *normal* conversation with a *normal* human being, but soon, I had to excuse myself.

I went to the bathroom and hashed it out with my ex.

(Just go away! Get out of my head so I can have a normal life! I can't focus because of you, so I'm failing my classes! I hope you're happy!) That last part wasn't true; I just didn't see the point in school anymore.

When no dark and mysterious voice replied with a chilling laugh, I composed myself and decided to go back to Norm.

(Why are you primping yourself up for some stupid dude?) I yelled at myself.

I loved you for you...

Jesus... "I know..." I whispered.

NO! I don't care about JD anymore! He was unstable, irrational, and... So goddam hot! Fuck...

I decided to take my time going back to Norm. When I finally got back to the table, the bell rang (I usually hated the annoying ring; but today, I silently prayed my thankfulness).

Let's see if Jason Fucking Dean can ruin my life again...