Speaking about my bad temper, we need a solution. And I think I need to correct you, “jealous girl you are.”. I’m not jealous, apparently there are girls I like, girls I’m ok with, and girls I, DISLIKE. If you have to make me give you a name list or something, tell me.

  I finished my chem. I’m going to buy after pill tomorrow morning. 

  You have a nice trip while I stay in White Rock puking and stuff. That’s sarcasm. It supposed to be funny.

  Don’t feel bad.

  Enjoy your trip. Have fun.


  Like what you just said, you were so alone. So was I. Then I fell in love with you, and it hurts like a motherfucker. I never expect this would hurt this much. 

  Things change, I was too busy being unbearable with you. Haven’t got a chance to see what was going on. Now you are leaving, all I see is a completely strange world.

  “Human error”, they say. Tis. Completely human, and error.

  I’ve never been so confused in my life. Clearly your confusion is infective.

  I don’t know anymore. 



Cigarette smoke under glaring light looks like clouds.

Our conversations are always lively after a couple days apart - today was no exception.

I can’t miss Science tomorrow, nor socials. So I’ll ‘skip’ the first two blocks. Homework to do so up at 5. What a bore I am, but I wouldn’t want to ruin my future would I.

*winky face*

I’m also downtown by six tomorrow for volunteering - come along if you’d like, it might be fun, we might get lost.

Night, dear.