these days i think im fine. of course apart from the occasional crying, the awkward feeling i get whenever i go to certain places or sit in a certain bus, the very mention of his name, the chatlog ive saved of the silliest things we use to talk about... im ok. yesterday i fagged on the longest run ever though it wasnt very much. it made me sidetrack from wanting to cry. fuck cross country and my shit principal for holding it after school. made my friday lose its planned schedule.