So, Aaron asked this chick out. Her name is Ashton Love. How sick is that? She's tony and blonde and perfect. The scary thing is that she is a lot like me. She doesn't match her socks. She was wearing a fucking Paramore t-shirt on Friday that I fucking have. I'm wearing it on Monday too, and I'm going to pull it off better than her because I have boobs.
I can't help but wonder how things could've turned out between us. Surely he meant what he told Morgan, why else would he have said it? I shouldn't have told him that I didn't like him anymore in that note. I should have told him that I love him more than anything. I don't like being in love, it makes me vulnerable. I cried to Austin on Friday afternoon.
Katie thinks I don't want him to be happy. I think she may be right. When he wasn't happy, he talked to me all the time, and things were great. Then he started getting happier and happier, and he talked to me less and less. I can't help but wonder if these two things had something to do with each other. They had too. So, do I want him to be happy without me, or do I want him to be unhappy with me?
I know I want him to be happy, but I just don't want it to be with her. Austin said she'll break his heart and he'll come running back to me, but I don't think that's true. I think it's been way to long for that. I know there's a lot of stuff that's happened to me that I got through without him, so the same must be true for him.
On another note, Tony asked Austin what was going on between me and John the Freshman. Apparently John has been giving me googly eyes, which everyone has noticed but me. I find it extremely odd that Tony would want to know. I mean, for him to ask, it must have been bothering him, right? I was wrong about him and Tamara. They aren't back together after all.
Oh, Lindsay had her baby. Sky Miller. Six pounds, six ounces.
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