He doesn't want me. He doesn't want me. He doesn't want me. This whole week didn't go that well. He didn't talk to me so much. Not unless I said something. And I barely said anything because I was scared to hear what he would say. And that's what happened. I asked him about his distance from me. He has a lot on his mind. Apparently everything is wrong. Why am I scared to talk to him? I'm a coward. Why doesn't anything workout? I don't know. ---------------------------- I'm getting to see Nina and Mac on Tuesday. And I will probably cry when I see them. We'll hangout and act weird. I got permission from my mom and stuff. She just needs to tell my dad to pick me up at the hospital after 8. Yay. I need to sleep. I'll update later.