This fine morning.

I went over there and accused her.

(I looked good in my old, blue Hollywood video shirt. Isn’t it funny that the first was blue, the second purple, both our favorite colors.)

Mike has a bad heart. A valve not working, and all I could focus on was how I thought she was lying to me.

And I was wrong.

And for the first time in my life: I talked about it.

I’m getting rid of the fridge in my room: it serves no purpose and helps to cut me off from the rest of the house.

Jen, I mean she’s hurt me, she’s put me through a lot. But she’s puting up with a lot.

And she put up with this, and I feel like we’ll make it.

Her dad had a bad valve too, and it makes me feel like this is saying something, in a bad way, for me.

All Things Happen For A Reason,

So I guess it all means something. I don ‘t know what.

Yikes. People get angry on T.V.

And spiteful, damn. BUT: People can also be nice. (And play good matchbox twenty in the background while people first meet.)

But weird northern icky accents suck.

I talked to Jen about how I’m so untrusting to people, asked to let us move on, and we talked. And I think it went well, personally, and she

Is/So/Sad.

And there’s not much you can do about that, I’ve tried. You get to figuring out that, sometimes it’s something they have to jump themselves.

She will someday, when she’s strong enough.

I love her though.

Bad cliche music video’s suck, especially when they badly, of course, copy movies like “The Sixth Sense”.

JenJenJenJenJen.

Things, I think should things proceed, will get a lot better after Sunday.

We start SCC High School (again for me) tomorrow, together. One class together, one apart (the first apart) SLO-MO SUCKS WHEN IT’S STUPID and I can’t wait, I hope she meets new people, I always hope she won’t get that tired of me that she wakes up with them.

(Play on words, get it?)

I like blink. One. 82.

Hello there. The angel from my nightmare. The shadow something something something.

Where you can always find me, and we’ll have Halloween on Christmas.

I Like These Lyrics.

I like this video.

Is it wrong? Not at all.

Don’t waste/your time/on me/you’re al/ready/the voice inside/my/head.

RepeatPeatpeat.

Missyoumissyou. Again and again. (These are all lyrics, folks, don’t be confused.)

She makes me laugh, she makes me cry, she makes me want to jump and die, she makes me want to lie down and sigh.

That Was Allllllllll Me.

(And it wasn’t that good, after reading it.)

I miss summer music.

Anyway, to the point?: Trust. Trust is the point. That’s what it takes.

Can it be that hard, really, can it be?

I Don’t Think So. (Say those words over and over, they’re true!)

Trust her and you will be set free.

Make her happy. And you will be.

Complete. And the mission. I don’t know, but have a good day on this day of school.

(I’m leaving this in her notebook for her to read, if she opens it in class.)

Look up. This is how I feel about you, love. This is it.

Now pay attention!