Jealousy is a nasty, evil thing that I’d die to ride the world of. Princess Meri has him wrapped around her little finger. And the thing that’s really pissing me off? The fact that she’s using the tactics I used on him and everyone else in the 7th grade. I’m no longer cute and loveable and huggable. I’m the chick who sits next to him and it found writing poetry and quotes on her arms and wrists.

I did write something very heartfelt and bittersweet on my wrist today. I would like to have it tattooed on there. I did it at lunch, and stole his pen. I wouldn’t let him see it when I was done. He did put up a valiant fight may I add. I clenched my sleeve tightly up around my wrist. I’m glad he didn’t see it. Very glad.

I didn’t get the part in the play. I didn’t get any parts. I suck. Admit it, I’m no good, and I don’t care. Life sucks. You never really get what you want. I’d give up anything to have him wrap me in his arms, tell me he loves me, and all that jazz, but it won’t happen. I need to cope with it. I’m very accepting of the play, but why in hell can’t I let go of him?

Things aren’t overly weird between him and me, but we’re just not talking because Princess Meri in all her royalty is always talking to him and flirting with him. I need to let go of it. I need to. Now that I talk to Princess Meri, he doesn’t talk to me. Do I consider not talking to her again? I thought it made him so happy....

I’ll look on the bright side for 5 sentences or so. I found out why he was so upset on… Tuesday I believe it was…yes, Tuesday. It was Meri. She was getting on his nerves. I understand completely. Trust me.