So Jazzy calls me 'cause we were trying to go to Harvard Square but her mom wouldn't let her and she was really upset. I don't want this. This isn't how things were supposed to be. Things were supposed to work. I hate walking away like this. I want to be able to tell her i love her. I want to be able to kiss her. I don't want to hold back. I don't know what to do. I can't be there for her like i want to be. I can't think straight. These entries probably sound like a mess since i've been writing them all late and when i'm really tired. Nothing makes me feel better. I'm not okay with this at all.
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