She needs some help

I almost texted you this morning, but you told me that you don't want to talk to me so I didn't. You also told me that you wanted to stay friends, so I'm not really sure what you want now. I made a wish for you at 11:11, like I've done every time I catch the clock right or have an eyelash or whatever. I had a dream about you last night, we were on a bus or a ferry or something and sitting several rows apart, though our seats were facing each other. I wanted to wave or say hi, but you were glaring at me so I just looked away. I think you might have been with someone else. I have a book I want to send you but I've been scared to since we're not talking. I might send it at some point, or maybe I'll give it to you at school. Maybe I won't end up giving it to you, but I want to and think you'd like it. I'm losing a friend, but if that's what you want then I guess that's how it'll be. I might get a tattoo, I'll probably have Nick do it for me. I think I told you that I'd already been through the worst thing that could happen to me, and I think that's still true, but it doesn't make losing a friend any easier.

I don't know if you read this still, but I hope you're doing well.

So in the last three days I've watched Leap Year with my mom and Shakespeare in Love by myself. I think something's wrong with me. Beer. Meat. Sports. Grr.

Well, Mom and I are watching Leap Year. "It's looks so cute and predictable. I love it," says she.

No Way. No. Way.