Irony. Him and Princess Meri aren’t here. There’s a big gap to my left.

Kendall is going out with a new guy. She said she wasn’t going to see anyone for a while, considering her life is so busy right now. Just an excuse. She’s in plain view right now and wrapped in another guys arms. Little bitch. Her and I are really drifting. I guess it hurts, since I can really trust no one else other than him. It’s not like I can talk to him about how obsessed I am with him.

I got this note off of Kendall’s desk. It’s from Stacy.

Kat,

Hey what’s up, girl? Haven’t had a chance to talk to ya much anymore so you’ll get lots of notes from me. (First lie. They aren’t seen without each other anymore.) I have no idea what’s going on with Stephanie. I think she’s in love with you. Don’t take it personally though. I’m not really sure what her problem is. (My problem is you!) She was okay on Saturday. (I was with people I love on Saturday. Imagine getting up for school and the best thing going for you is a love that will never love you back.) I am really, really, really bored. School sucks. My life sucks. (Don’t talk about your fucking life. You don’t even have a life to hate. Get one and maybe we’ll talk.) Everything sucks. (Spff…) Today was a good day though, compared to most. Did you get your math done? I didn’t. (Lemme guess, you’re too stupid to remember.) Well I better go. Don’t know what to say. C-ya later.

Love Pup.

I’m having a hard time focusing on this entry. Because Princess Meri and him are gone? Yes. It’s because I’m afraid of the near impossibility that they’re together at this moment. I’m so obsessed it’s disgusting.

At least my cuts don’t hurt anymore. His name has scabbed over, so it won’t break open as easily.

Am I alone on this goddamn plexy-glass cheap imitation of a planet? Not physically, but I’d love to share the same views with someone who doesn’t betray me. And to think, I thought it was Kendall. How stupid could I be?

"Damn if I thought you would change and my life wouldn't stay the same
I went, You don’t even care about me
you know, you don’t give a damn
And I’m running from my problems
I got my phony face painted on
And then I think of what you said to me
and then I think of what you did, to me"

Tara Manning
"The Wreckoning"