Jessica

I haven't been reading much. I plan to get back into that soon.

For now, I want to talk (type) about Jessica. I love her. I want to go to the party but I can't. People tell me to go, I say easy for you to say. I just can't do it. I look stupid, I have nothing "cool" to wear, I just don't know what to do. If I go, I'll screw something up in front of her. If I don't, there's a chance that the cat could be out of the bag. I was hoping we could do something tomorrow, but no. She deserves better than me anyway. I'm not just putting myself down. It's true. I could be the most handsome, smart, perfect guy ever and she would still deserve better. She deserves more than the world will ever offer her. I would write poetry, but the world would run out of paper. I'd speak, but I would die long before I was finished. I'd write a song, but it would never end. Overall, it would be better for me to stay home. I'm sorry.