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I. JOURNAL
Saturday, February 24th
Starting a journal feels weird - what do I even write? Hi, my name is Rosalie Hale and my life is boring?
But my friend Chelsea says it helps her think and make sense of the big things that happen in her life. So, I guess here's to hoping big things happen.
At least then, I'd have something to write about.
Monday, March 11th
I don't even know why I bought this journal if it's just going to collect dust on my desk. I need to be better about trying to write, even if it's about nothing important.
Chelsea wants to go clubbing later. She says I work too much. But it's a Monday, so I feel like that's a valid excuse not to go. She'll probably drag me out against my will, regardless.
A really cute guy came into the clinic today. He was super tall with gorgeous sandy blonde hair and dreamy hazel eyes. I'm pretty sure he was with his girlfriend- he looked extremely into the girl he was with, and never took his eyes off her. It sounded like she was recovering from a bad fall, and her arm was pretty busted up. I worked with her on basic strengthening exercises, and her boyfriend was very attentive and helpful. He even wanted all of our literature on recovering from broken bones.
Why can't I find a guy like that?
Tuesday, March 12th
Oh my God! I saw the guy from the clinic last night. He said his girlfriend left him, which is insane. He's a total gentleman, especially since he paid for our drinks all night. Plus, he's an incredible dancer.
He offered to drive me home. It seemed sudden but I really didn't want the night to end. We were just connecting so well, so I told him yes. I still can't believe I did that. Stranger danger, and all that.
His name is Royce. Dreamy name for a dreamy guy~ I somehow worked up the courage to give him my number. He seemed genuinely happy when he took it.
I'm so hyped up I can't think of anything else to write. I feel like I'm on fucking cloud 9 waiting to see if he'll actually text me.
Sunday, April 7th
Royce did not text me, or call me, and I haven't seen him again. Honestly, it was stupid to get my hopes up after one fun night. We didn't even kiss at the end when he dropped me off. Maybe that's why he ghosted me, but who can blame him. I bet he has girls lined up around the block to date. He doesn't need me.
Oh well. Work is alright. We hired a new guy named Jasper to do occupational therapy and the patients seem really at ease with him, so that's good, I guess.
Heidi is talking about giving me a promotion if I can get my RHIT certification, so I would be doing PT and managing the clinic. It also comes with a pretty good pay raise. Going back to school at 25 sounds embarrassing, though. Still, something to think about besides dreamy Royce.
Friday, May 17th
Chelsea has been dating a new guy, Jeremy or James or something like that. He's supposedly Mr. Important in New York City's 'high society'. Hopefully not actually high. The last thing Chelsea needs is some druggie loser convincing her to sell pot brownies for another night at the motel.
Sorry, I'm rambling. I guess he has a ball to attend, and he invited Chelsea who swears I can come too. It's all the way in the city, though, and I do not want to ride two hours in a dress. I told her I'd think about it but honestly, it's not like I have anything else to do.
Thursday, May 23rd
Insanely I agreed to go with Chelsea who has only just now thought to tell me it's a debutante ball. As in a preppy, high profile, elite social circles debutante ball.
And I'm wearing a fucking summer dress.
James got us a hotel room where the ball is being held so we can get dressed and ready there. We're going to drive into the city tomorrow, so we'll be spending the night in the Big Apple. It all seems really fun and glamorous, but… I don't know.
I just can't over the feeling something bad is going to happen.