Ever since finding out that Jon was a spy for Morty Reese, I haven't spoken with Jack. It's simply been too hard. I can't look at him without feeling remorse and anger. Remorse because I'm feeling guilty for not talking to Mom and Dad about the fact that we may have dated before they allowed me to and because I want to talk to him but I don't know how. Anger because it's so unfair. I shouldn't have to go through this. I should be able to talk with him, Mom, Dad, Cass, Eloise, Marco, Daria, Aito, Camillo, and everyone else.
I stared at the ceiling. I'd often heard about how weed helps relieve pain.
I could certainly use some now.
I've been lost lately. Sometimes I think it's all a dream. Sometimes I accept the fact that it's the truth.
Like now.
Will it ever blow over? No.
I don't think so. At least not for the time being.