Dear Diary, Brady just wants to be friends. This week has sucked, basically. I've been really stressed about grades, the variety show, drama competition, and Brady. One thing I've learned from Brady is to trust my instincts. Kadee and Luke swore he liked me. They had no doubt. But for some reason, I just couldn't believe it. I knew something was wrong. He hadn't outright told me he liked me, and I knew that it meant something. Last night I was talking to him on the phone, and I asked him if he still wanted to date me. He said he just wanted to be friends. Yeah. I guess I was right. The night before that, I was at state competion crying over Brady. Well, and the fact that my roommates were idiots. But mostly I was crying because I didn't believe Brady liked me. I was right. And now that I know for sure... I can't cry. I just feel empty. State pretty much sucked. I didn't do very well on my monolouge, most of the time I didn't have anyone to hang out with, and Cassie and I got into a big fight. Actually I hung out with Keish a bit. She was really nice to me. When she saw how idiotic my roommates were, she invited me to come stay in her room. It was way better then staying with people who didn't care that I was crying. Ugh. It was the worst school trip I've ever been on. I'm so lonely. But I've decided I'm not going to steady date until I get to college. This decision probably came a little too late. But oh well. I've made it. Boys... are not worth my tears at this point in time. I still want to date. I'm just determined not to make the mistake of liking someone who doesn't truly like me. I've made that mistake one too many times. The next guy is going to have to REALLY care about me before I'll let myself like him... I'm sick of a broken heart. I'm sick of disappointment. Sigh. Oh, and now I don't have a date for senior prom. My heck. I really want to go to senior prom. It's in three weeks and I just broke up with my boyfriend. You know how likely it is I'll get a date? It's pretty much not going to happen. Sigh. My senior prom... Life sucks. Love, Lisa Ann