Oh... I can't stop there.
It's just that I know that he would never do something just to spare my feeling, and that's what I'm doing for him. Unrequited.
Last night I was talking to Heidi and she mentioned "shit on a stick."
I then said, "Yeah, I'd rather eat shit on a stick then go to Homecoming with him."
I just don't have a chance to tell him.
He came over to my house yesterday, but I was at Jake's (we went around (well, down three blocks from his house) getting cans. we got $21 and $12.35 (so far) from my mom's) until 9:30.
Today at school he said he just wanted to say "hi," but Manno said he was looking all over for me (Children's Park, her house, maystreet) and she told him I was getting cans.
Hopefully I can tell him today. Then I can start October fresh, with "no problemas." Unfortunatly I think that that is going to remain only a hope.
It doesn't look like Jake's gonna be able to go. His mom is pretty set that he can't. "It's a secular school, and the worst things happen at Prom and homecoming."
Maybe I just won't go. No, my grandma's gonna make me a dress (forest green or crimson, velvet.) - Beth Rose
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