Ms. Hunt had another preposition for me. She asked if I would like to direct a play. Direct instead of act?! I was really wavering on this...for about two seconds. So I've become the first Sophmore director in Central High history. It's kinda scary. I start on Tuesday.
No matter what though, I can't forget Alex. It hurts so much to think about him. James thinks he's a complete prick, Zavy certainly isn't happy with him, and Fuka is furious with him. Every time I see Alex and Ashly together, I'm probably lucky my razor isn't with me. If it was, I'd put it to my wrist and push it through to the other side.
Things seem okay though. Regardless of what I feel right now, I've been pretty happy. I was molested again on Wednesday. Pushed to the floor, jacket zipped off, shirt up, bra unsnapped... I wanted to cry. I can't believe how non-chalantly I'm talking about this. Is it possible that I'm used to it?
Christ I'm being self centered!
Jake....where are you? Are you thinking of me? I'm thinking of you. Do you want to be with me as much as I want to be with me?
I love you Jacob.
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