God, gavin's gonna be such an asshole next year. I dont want him to. I want to think of him like I do now, nice. But I just know he's gonna be a dick next year. Dammit.
I was reading a note that emmy and i wrote back and forth during class in 9th grade. I was trying to get her to tell me something. I cant remember what it was, but I do remember this: I wasn't supposed to know, but I did. She didn't know I knew. I wanted her to just fuckin tell me so I could console her and empathize. I wanted to be nice. I was trying to be nice and trying to get her to give me a chance to be a good friend. But she wouldn't fucking tell me. If I had wanted to know just to know, I wouldn't have pressed her so hard, since I already knew. But no, I was trying to help her. I was trying to be selfless. Why? God DAMN, why was I so fucking nice to her?!?
Nobody wants to be lectured by an invisible cow
