5:54 PM I'm really lucky with the friends I have here. Friends who I can open to. Or at least some of them. Today I took white out to my agenda(planner for you Utah kiddies) There wasn't that much to get rid of it, but I still felt like I had to do it. Last night I drew a heart on notebook paper, wrote the words I hate you, and shredded it up. Then I put it in a plastic bag and labeled it "The first time I got my heart broken. Scott Chambers." Then I stuck it in a box with numerous other things. All my Utah trip crap, my poetry from the past year, pictures of a few people, the tennis ball Lizi signed for me(lol.) And I put the pants in there. The ones me and Amy made. I so wanted to call her last night. Somehow I don't think even she could have made me better. People keep saying he's not worth my tears and he's not good enough for me. Then why do I feel so crushed? Why am I so emo over this?? I had the worst nightmare last night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 6:16 PM I hate that I've become just another name on a list of girls who you once liked. I hate not being something of value. I hate what you've become. But more so, I hate what I've become. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 7:20 PM Oh my heck. Alex makes me laugh so hard. He's like "Do you and Liz have any other close friends?! Cuz you might want to warn them." Mwahahaha. Go my friend.