Mmm Can't Think of a TItle

Pre-period 6:

Wahoo, we're all here! Still, some of us, needless to say, aren't in the best of moods.

Period 6:

Read the entire class (oh, how I love this class).

Period 7:

Trig work again, ugh. But it's pretty easy.

Period 4:

Sub! Bookwork, but finished it quickly.

Advisory:

Not much of anything.

Locker Switch:

Didn't even get my hug. Ugh.

Period 3:

Chem, ew.

Lunch:

Talked with my Meggles = - D

Period 1:

Finished midterm (it was 52 questions long. Come on.) and now I'm here. So was he. Was. And I asked for a hug and he simply shook his head "no". Something's clearly not right. He never refuses a hug...

Period 2:

God, I hope she's out again. I wish to read! I wish to read!

God, this sucks, seeing him like this. He won't tell anyone what's wrong, but we know something's up. Poor thing. How can he stand there and joke with his friends, but ignore me completely? How can he just do that? (And how can he refuse one of MY hugs? Seriously!)

It hurts, to see your closest friend (well one of them) hurting so badly. Wish there was something I could do to help, but there's nothing. Nothing at all. I can only be his friend...

...though I want something more. Not neccessarily him. But someone. Something.

Or...

Argh, I don't know. Too confused.

Too scared.

Too alone...

At least it's the last day of the month.

Quote of the Blog:

Well, look who's talking...short stuff!

xoxo Meg