How I wish it wasn't Lent
I talked to Jon tonight. Because I was sick of not knowing what the heck was going on with Sean.
He told me:
Sean wanted to break up with me because he didn't know if he wanted to be in a relationship anymore. Something along those lines. Well, it would have been nice if he had talked to me about this, instead of me wondering and fretting about it for days and days. Whatever. Not my problem. Or my loss.
I'm trying my best to remain angry about this whole situation. I just don't want to think about how much I enjoyed these past few weeks. I don't want to think about New Year's, or the Bleeding Martyr shows, the times at Jared's, the foyer, or anything like that. I really, genuinely liked this kid.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow.
Right now, all I want to do is see Mike. I don't know why.