2:35 p.m. - May 02, 2002
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    I've been thinking this for a while, I think I'll share this finally.

    This entire situation. With Jeremy. The past month, about. It's one big paradox. Paradox. I dont know how to articulate on that exactly, but it is. It contradicts itself.

    I listen to Dashboard Confessional whenever I get sad, Christopher can relate, he gets me, he's been here, he doesn't even know me and he understands maybe better than anyone. But if it weren't for Dashboard Confessional and my extreme love for him, I never would've gone to the show. I never would've met Jeremy, and never would've gotten into this dark place I'm in now, where he's the only person that can relate.

    Since that show I have experienced all of the exact same highs ["Hands Down"] and lows ["Standard Lines"] that Christopher Carrabba has, and its all his fault.

    Just odd to think about.

    In other news, school was alright today. Can't complain, for once. I actually could, but I meant I'm not in the mood to, for once. Talked to Henry a few times. At first I was convinced that he hated me, then I talked to Danny and he reassured me a little, then I walked with Henry to his locker after 5th hour, stood with him while he got his stuff at his locker, and he walked with me to my 6th hour. And he kind of ignored his friend/locker partner to talk to me. Haha. But not in a mean way, he just said hi and continued talking to me. I wonder if he's said anything about me to any of his friends.

    I assure you, they think I'm creepy.

    Heather has a LiveJournal now, you know. And she's writing in it quite a bit, and expressing herself, and I think its good for her. I know its good for her, actually. Its nice. She and the choir kids are going to Chicago tomorrow, so she wont be at school. A lot of kids won't be, for that matter. Oh well.

    A few people have asked me if Molly and I are friends again. The way I see it. We used to be best buds, as close as humanly possible. Now we're just buds. She's got her own thing going on with those girls who I dont get along with their in a big group, and now she's a part of that group, and I just don't... do it. Thumbs down. But we're buds.

    Henry's online. It's time for my nap.

    (maybe we were meant to see whats right, see how this ought to be)