excerpts from my phone memos:

It’s been a week and a few days since we talked. yes, the talk where you rejected me. i backed down gracefully. but i don’t think that the pain left would heal easily.

these days I’ve become more irritable. more sarcastic and mean. and when it comes down with being social, it just so happens i am also fed up with everyone, everything and just about any bull that is happening to me. crappy grades, days that drains the life out of you, friends you are still not sure if they will be there for you, and the growing other insecurities you face as a person.

you may call the life i lead easy and fun, but that’s not the whole it. my responsibilities keep piling up and i don’t know where else i could shove them. i can’t wait to finish this.

closing my doors on people, and i don’t know what else i could do besides it. i want to go away from you. i know that ever since, all i could do is run away because up to now i don’t know how to ignore that lingering pain that’s holing up in my chest.