Spent a good portion of yesterday in his bed, and then we went out to see v for vendetta (again) with some friends. I'm scared we don't have anything to talk about anymore, that we will just exist in a vortex of kissing and touching and once it dies down, implodes we will just walk away from eachother and go on with our lives again. I think that is something he could do. Me, another story. I spent most of the time after the movie lying on a bench near the station because everyone else was just standing around making dumb jokes and throwing things and i COULD NOT BE BOTHERED anymore. He seemed annoyed at me for "lonerising myself", but what else is there to do? I am so sick of faking it. everything. yes, everything. just don't tell him that. Some days I really do want to leave school and never come back, and some days I just say that because there's ntohing else to say, nothing to talk about. I suppose, if I considered there to be any good options, I would be gone by now. But alas, there aren't, and I am stuck. here. Stuck here. If I weren't so smart I would have left by now.