Valerie
"She" in the other journal is Valerie Marting, an upcoming junior at Trinity High School that I have known for nearly if not longer than 3 years now. Waaaaaaay back when I was in 8th grade, we were so close to dating each other that people would walk up to us and say "So are y'all goin' out yet or what?!". Back then I didn't have any confidence at all so I ended up not asking her out at all even though I had her, or at least I'd like to think so. Now that I'm a senior and see that there are several other people who like me, I'm not quite as bad as I used to be. However, for some reason around Val, I still get nervous. The reason I didn't even ask her out is because I was afraid I would screw things up, and I wanted them to be absolutely perfect. Now, instead of losing her because she got tired of waiting, I've lost her to a 22 year old who is supposedly an alcoholic. Great. I'm not going to call him an asshole or anything like that though, because I haven't even met him and I wouldn't know how I feel about him in the first place. I'm still kinda depressed though that girls are going after people who have been alive 27% longer than they have. There's a reason Catherine Zeta Jones is already doing a romantic movie with George Clooney instead of her old bastard of a husband Michael Douglass. It's like someone I know said: "There has to be SOMETHING wrong with the older people if they have to date people that much younger than them." So yeah, damn it. This is one of the only girls where I think they would actually be better off with me. That says a lot simply in that I don't like to brag or have self esteem in the first place, so it must be annoying. Goodbye for now.