twenty-four october
two : oh-one p.m.

the twenty-fourth day of october, and it is eighty degrees out. summer nights masquerading as autumn days.

critique today. i hate disappointing people, especially people like him.

"did you just have a bad week?"

"to say the least."

she's after him. i knew that, and i guess i knew i wasn't on her list of favorite people, but..we found her journal :

"oh..and he is supposedly 'unofficially' with her. she looks like she's 12, she's at school in virginia..and not only that, she's a bitch. god. she's one of those people i never got to knew...but was glad i didn't because of her lack of people skills. how does he end up with these people? this i do not know..."

and i guess i shouldn't care, because it isn't true, right? but it still hurts.