// Yesterday and days before

Sun is cold and rain is hard

I know

It's been that way for all my time \\

"Have You Ever Seen the Rain?" by CCR

*

Damn Kelso. Damn him for ever bringing Jackie into our lives. She wouldn't have come to me when he broke her heart if it wasn't for him.

Jackie found Kelso kissing Laurie. Sure, I knew he had been sleeping with that whore for awhile. But Jackie just found out.

The look on Foreman and Donna's faces when Jackie hugged me was classic. I don't know why she felt like she needed to cry on my shoulder. It's not like I really care what happens to her.

That's a lie. But I can keep that a secret. No one needs to know that I want to kill Kelso for hurting Jackie. He's such an ass. Big surprise.

But I think Jackie will be okay, I think she'll move on. And then I can have my shoulder back.

*

That's Steven. Pretend you don't feel anything. Pretend you don't need anyone and no one needs you. It didn't surprise me at all.

How many names he called Michael surprised me a little bit. Him and Michael have been friends forever.

I don't know why Steven likes to hide how good a guy he is. Sure, he smokes weed, cuts class, acts like he doesn't care about anyone, but he's also a really good friend who is always there when you need him.

When I found out about Michael and Laurie, he was there for me. I have never relied on anyone emotionally like I rely on Steven. He was the one I could talk to. And he would always help me sort out my feelings and help me see more clearly.

No wonder I'm a wreck. I can't confide in Steven, because Steven is the problem. Maybe this wouldn't matter so much if Steven wasn't so important to me. But he is.

Before he was my boyfriend he was the one I cried to, the one who cheered me up. I should have left him alone. I never should have made out with him. It should have stopped when Donna and Eric found out about us.

That's a lie. Ha, Steven said that too. I truly think being with Steven has made me change. I think I'm a better person. I think I can take care of myself better. I think I care less about clothes and superficial stuff. I still like that stuff, but there's other, more important stuff.

Like the Led Zepplin shirt Steven gave me. Sure, it's practically threadbare, but he loved that shirt and he gave it to me. I love that shirt. I won't admit to anyone that I slept in it for a week after he gave it to me. But I did.

I just wish I had someone I could talk to about this, who understood me like Steven does.