14 JUNE, 1983
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lavenderdiary
14 June, 1983
All I do when I sit here is get angry. This isn’t beneficial at all. I hate how Jack is going to start a band and I hate how I know it’s going to tear us apart even more. He’s busy with his jobs and I hobble through my school day, and then we have a short conversation if he’s too busy to see me, and those conversations used to be me chattering at him about everything, but now it’s just focused on the band. The ideas. He’s very excited. He really wants to make something of himself.
I hope it’s not my fault that he’s so determined to prove himself. He’s worth everything to me, even if he doesn’t know that.
I hate his friends. I hate them. They don’t care about me at all, so they’ll probably make certain that Jack is never around, that he’s put in all sorts of compromising situations. Jack seems so dedicated to me when he’s completely drunk, but that’s only because I’m the nearest thing with cleavage, I’m sure.
