just ignore me…

I would write every day, but nothing happens most of the time. I’ve got a cold, but school pictures are tomorrow. So my nose will be all red for those.

Great.

Frank and I sat in a field and smoked a cigarette before tryouts for the play. I think I might’ve done well. I hope I did. I hope I get the part of Gay, the drunk actress. I would perform it well, I think. We would not see my full potential in another part.

I don’t really think that Frank is that interesting, but I guess he’s nice. I don’t think I’d ever go out with him or anything. No, really. Besides, I’m ready to leave Cleveland behind for good. I’m so sick of this fucked-up place.

Frank doesn’t remember anything with Stephanie. I figured he wouldn’t. It’s probably for the best.

I don’t care much about anything anymore, except my schoolwork. Boring, isn’t it?