4. Ce soir.

Today's been average. I know exactly how I am going to fuck up all my stupid grades at the end of the school year, thank you very much. And a insists on coming with us to the camp. I'll tell her I hate her and I don't want to spend 19 days with her or I'll quit and go to the opener festival.

I have been thinking about t a lot. Just like a I thought I would.
There are just so many things I could have said to make him know me better. I feel miserable that I didn't. I hate it when I don't think when I talk with people. With friends I don't have to, because they know what to expect. And I am trying to remeber what tk was saying when we were at b's. I can't... I asked him to repeat but he didn't listen, he wouldn't tell me. It just feels like I wasted tha last chance I had to get to know t. I hate myself.