Well, I knew it would come to pass. Jake broke up with me yesterday. "I don't care what people are saying. I can't take it anymore. I'm sorry." Yeah, well that makes two of us. As it turns out, he hasn't liked me since November. But instead of telling me and breaking it off, he just led me on blindly. I was devoted. Completely. I love him. That's right. Present tense. And it sucks. I can't seem to control myself. Just ask Rikki and Mary. We all had the same lunch today. And guess who else had 2nd lunch. Yep. That's right. Jenna of Slutland. Mary and Rikki were each on one side of me holding me down. I wanted to jump the wall of the senior section and rip her slut head off her skank shoulders. Oh, and earlier, I saw them (Jake and Queen Slut) walking together and Katrina put her arms around me until we were past them. Then I turned around a moment later to go and be violent but Mac pulled me around so I went to new hall bathroom and had a homicidal spaz attack. Why must my emotions be so out of control?? I want to trade in my sorrow for some deep physical pain. That means it's time to go "break another razor." Yee-haw! Paaaaartay! I much prefer the sting of the razor over the sting of the heart. I need a hole in the head to match the hole in my heart. Oh, and Lindsay told me that Jake said when I dropped his backpack that contained his precious camera, he wanted to punch me. I wish he would have.