I cried.

It's been a month? since I last posted. And guess who's back? Andrew. I admit I was quite happy when we started talking again. Everything was going almost fine. Until I found out who he likes. I can't believe he didn't tell me before. I'm a little upset. Sure, I love him to death and I always will, but it is obvious he doesn't love me as he did. And I did in fact cry. I cried for 2 days. I thought I was getting him back. But I'm no closer than I was. I'm a fool. Sara was right in telling me to stop talking to him. I wish I'd listen. But now that I'm talking to him again, I don't want to stop just yet.

I feel horribly sick. Sicker than ever. Could it be because of the new moon? Or what? It feels like I am dying. And I know how that kinda feels. It isn't a good feeling. My insides feel like they are slowly decaying. My heart's beat is immensely fast; but it's always like that. But it feels like its getting faster. Sometimes I feel it jump into my stomach. For no reason at all. It hurts. It hurts more than anything. Worse than an arrow through you, a bullet, and even a knife in your back. Nothing can compare to this pain. I'm trying to stick it out, but I'm not sure I can take. My anger is getting worse with me maturing more. My friends took my food at lunch and I got so pissed I took it and just threw everything away without eating anything. I'm getting tired of humans. All of them. Even the ones I love.

My brothers up, I guess I have to stop now.