January 22, 2014

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I haven't written in the longest time, so this may be a longer update.

When school started again, it was awkward. I hated every minute. He talked to me occasionally at school, but not much. Soon, in mid October, my mom took me out of the school because she didn't approve of one of the teacher's policies. I eventually received no responses from one of my close friends from the school. And he never texted me. I was now homeschooled and upset like I had been in most of elementary school.

Some time in mid December,  he started talking to me. I had been getting better, but then I got his random text. I literally could not stop shaking and I almost threw up. He had asked me how I've been and I told him that I had been sick in bed for the last two weeks. He acted shocked and told me he hoped I would feel better. He asked how homeschooling was.

He added me on this app called snapchat where you can send pictures with typing on them or drawing on them. He added me and sent me a snap. And when I saw the request, my heart just  jumped. I accepted and opened the snap that he sent me. My heart did these jumps and I began to tremble. It was his beautiful face. Still handsome, and seemingly flawless. He still doesn't like me.

We talked every night for a while. And one night, I couldn't sleep and he stayed up with me because I was upset. He didn't go to bed until I told him he should sleep. And he even checked with me the next day.

Soon, his responses became fewer. I saw him at church one night and I couldn't stop smiling. He snapped me the next day complainig I didn't say hi. But I wasn't able to because my mom wanted to leave so soon. And then he stopped replying. I haven't talked to him in about three weeks and it's killing me. He didn't even reply when I told him happy birthday.

On another note, homeschooling is awful. My mom has been treating me poorly. She criticises everything that I do. I've wanted to cut. I just want to cry and scream.

So now I'm sitting here daydreaming. I just want to be in his arms staring up into his beautiful eyes.

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