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Oh, God. I don’t know.
I don’t know anything anymore.
Which leads me to:
But I need to get my head straightened out before I can let anybody else into it. Does that make sense?
Please don’t hate me.
Love,
Mia
Okay. Hitting SEND before I can change my mind…
Thursday, September 23, 7 a.m., the loft
Inbox: 2!
The first one was from Michael. My heart started beating super fast when I saw it.
But I must be getting a little better, because my palms didn’t get sweaty this time.
Could therapy be working? Or am I just completely dehydrated from all that crying last night?
I couldn’t help wondering, like always, if maybe he’d finally changed his mind, and decided he wanted to get back together after all….
If he did, would I go for it? Would I really stoop that low and take him back, after everything I’d been through in the past few weeks?
Yeah. I would.
But I was crushed (again) to see it was just a link to the New York Post’s story covering the AEHS explosion yesterday, with a note that said:
So I guess Kenny finally figured out how to get the attention he’s always felt he deserved….
Then there was a wink face, and then Michael’s signature.
So. I guess he’s not upset about all the stuff about me and J.P. after all.
Not that he would be. Since we’re just friends and all.
Sigh.
The second e-mail was from J.P. in response to mine. I have to admit, my heart didn’t speed up AT ALL when I saw it.
JPRA4: Dear Mia,
You take all the time you need to get your head straightened out (although I have to admit your head’s always seemed perfect to me). I’ll wait.
Love,
J.P.
So. That’s nice.
I guess.
Thursday, September 23, Homeroom
