I went back to my old high school today for a visit. People were there because they were having a speech tournament there. I used to be on the speech team, so alot of my old friends were there. It ws nice, walking around, seeing everyone, being welcomed. Then I saw Craig. Dammit. It was horrible. He had gotten taller, and was wearing the required suit for teamers. He looked great. I felt sick. I just ached. goddamit, I am such a friggin little girl, why the hell can't I get over what he did to me? It just stabbed to see him again. It made me want him again. I hate admitting that. He didn't even acknowledge me until I said jokingly, "Fine Craig, don't say hi." He kind of half-heartedly waved and muttered a hello, then ignored me the entire time I was there. Bastard. It just made me feel like shit.

Quote for the Entry: "Just maybe you need this. And I didn't mean to lead you on. You were everything I wanted, but I just can't finish what I started. There is no room left here on my bed it was damaged long ago. Although you swear that you are true, I'll still pick my friends over you." -A song that came on as I was writing this. I hate that fucking song.