1:13 A.M.
Tuesday, Home.
I don’t think Rebecca wants to be friends with me anymore. Honestly, I have no clue what I’ve might have done to make her want to push me away. I knew this was coming. She’s not the type of person to stick with people, but I thought she was such a great person that I didn’t care. It was fun while it lasted. Still, I’m going to try and talk to her tomorrow to see what’s up. If she doesn’t want to be friends then, well… Alright. I hope I helped her as much as possble. Although, I feel that I didn’t. Maybe that was it, because I wasn’t there enough for her. Now I’m ashamed.
I felt sad about it, but that feeling as passed. People come and go Diary. I’ll help who I can, and when their ready to move on they will. God brings particular people into our lives for a reason. So I hope I made a positive influence in her life, even if it was as tiny as a speck.
I need some sleep. I only got two hours yesterday, and I won’t get much today. If God wills, my mom and I are going to look at a car tomorrow, and if it’s alright my dad will go check it out. Then I’m taking my mom to work, my brother to practice, and myself to the music store. Hopefully, this band stuff will work out.
I need to pray.
P.S.
I almost wanted to cry. How lame is that? I’m alright now though, whew. I hate crying. It’s so…weak.
P.P.S.
This is why I don’t attach myself to people.
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