Today was a pretty crazy day. I knew it wasn't going to be good when some guy totally groped me in the hall first thing in the morning. It just went downhill from there. I completely fell asleep in Spanish. No one noticed though. I feel like a lot of the time these days, no matter what happens, no one notices.
I still haven't heard from Sam. I really wish he'd call. I know it's crazy, I haven't seen him in a month, but I keep hoping against hope that he will somehow decide to pick up the phone and dial my number. Sam, if you're reading this, comment! Let me know! I miss you so much! Why is it so much easier for me to write this than to pick up the phone and call you myself? I don't even know. But it is, somehow. I guess I know that if you read this and don't want me to know, you'll be kind enough just to go away and leave me with my heart intact. But if I call you, I run every chance of my heart being broken. Maybe we could be together if I just had a little more nerve. But I don't. And I don't think I ever will. Damn it!