She called back.

So she did, and I acted like my meeting someone self, we got to know each other pretty quickly and I think I pretty much know she doesn’t like me.

But she wants to be my friend, I think.

It makes me want to get in shape and look great and get her to like me, but I’d rather do that for me first of all, second, she’s sixteen. But pretty. Third, I don’t want to be that guy, like all those other guys that she’s friends with, that likes her and is her friend because of it. I want to rebel against it, and me being 20 probably, yeah, you know.

She doesn’t like me. Enough of these stupid entries. But I want to go running. I still like her, or at least think she’s pretty. Nice hair.