I’m going to drown myself in the ocean in five minutes. But first I’m going to cut myself so the salt water BURNS.
I really don’t enjoy this.
I’m reading old texts I wrote down from Paul, and I miss him.
I mean, not really, ‘cause he’s a major druggie, and didn’t talk to me in real life, but he was one of the sweetest boys in the entire world, and that’s not even a lie.
I seriously almost started crying reading them.
I kinda miss talking to him on the phone in the middle of the night, or smiling at his texts of fear for falling in love with me. I miss how cute he was.
But then, you know, he got really not cute. And so I can have no regrets.
But jeez. I miss Cross Country.
I hope you know how much I’m glaring.
I saw. I turned to Anne and was like
“I bet she doesn’t even know what this is from.”
AND the music. I think she knows. I’m going to murder.