He talked to me for the first time in two weeks. He apologized for being a jackass, but come on now. I don't think he means it. I just told him we needed to talk when he got home, because he was at a friend's. I doubt it. He was most likely at his girlfriend's house. Anyway. After I tell him that, I go to bed. I actually got sleep last night. At two thirty in the fucking morning, I hear something coming from on the ground. *beep* It's my fucking phone. I got a text message. I ignored it until I woke up in the morning. Oh course, it was from him. Word for word, here's what it said: "So, why are you mad at me?" I swear, if I didn't love him so much, I would walk to where he lived and give him a good knock on the head. Idiot. Other then that, I think I'm okay. I'm tired, and I have 10 days until the Marianas Trench show. I'm working out too much. And eating too little. I'll figure it out. I'll fix myself. But after the concert. Because I want to look good. You know. Incase I meet another him. I'll be okay this week. Some good things are happening. xox.me