It is Friday. I saw her today. She drove me home. While she drove we talked. I told her my story. About my asshole father that loves drugs more than his own daughter. When we got to my house she looked me dead in the eyes. She thanked me for telling her. The tension in her tiny car was so thick. If we were certain that we wouldn't be seen then I would have kissed her. She touched my arm with her beautiful hand. I have never had someone so willing to listen. So sympathetic. She wasn't being paid to listen to me. She wanted to. I have fallen in love with her all over again.
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RomanceI've been hopelessly in love with Suzanne. I've started crushing on Red. What's going to happen? No clue. This is all true. My life, my love. No lies here. This is my journal.
