Daniel just left. We spent the weekend together. It felt like old times, I’d rather not talk about it except to say it was lovely.
Jack won’t text me back or talk to me. I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong. I want to fix it but I don’t know what it is. It’s very frustrating. I don’t know what to do. I really do think I need him to be my friend and I want to dissolve at the thought of him hating me.
I have my window open tonight, it’s very late and it’s raining. It sounds so beautiful, the snow melting away, thawing and flowing, it gives me false hope.
I haven’t really talked to anyone about what happened that night. The only person who would listen is Jack himself, but since he is the one who did that to me I feel sort of trapped.
I don’t know how this mess will ever get cleaned up. I’ll just let the rain sing me to sleep.