Mutual.

I really, I realized that I was actually in love with Jenn. If she reads it still, this, hope it makes her happy.

I was wondering at work when I’d be ready to open my old entries, ‘cause I could still feel it having a bad taste, and then once I wrote, I just started. She really played me though. (I tried to think of other things to say, like a kazoo, or a flute or trumpet [the kind they play “Taps” with], but just went for piano, when I told Bo “she played me like a”.) Yeah.

I hope she’s really happy that she did what she did, that she is who she is.

I said to Bo “how could she have done that”, and he said “How could you?”, referencing Mike. “Because I was doing it for me, not to him.” I just realized, just now, that’s exactly what she would say.

When will this heal? God, I want to be clean. I want to be.