12/26
   
        I don't even feel like writing in this journal anymore... What purpose does it serve anymore after this crap we went through if this whole journal practically revolves around you? I don't know what to write about anymore. I could be ranting over and over again about Michelle, but that would be a waste of my time seeing that people already do enough of that as it is.

Anthony, Chilled...

I care about you deeply, yet I do hate you at the same time. You make my heart twist and turn in ways no one else could. You make my heart flutter just by walking past me or even acknowledging me. You make me crave for you every single fucking day.

I don't know what I would do without you.

I'm so lost and confused.

I miss not being seen by you. Not being acknowledged. Things were easier and...and they were so much better.