THIS IS STUPID
[Private]
[There's a long, long stretch of silence after the journal is opened, where there is only the faint rustling of cloth occasionally, accompanied by intermittent forlorn sighs.
Someone's depressed. :'(
Lance is sitting against the wall in his room, lights off, just letting the moonlight stream into his room through the window.
In his hand, he's holding the small heart candy that Halloween had offered him but he hadn't eaten, reading "SEX KITTEN".
He isn't really looking at the words on the heart, though - it just reminds him, from the smell and the texture, of what occurred on Valentine's Day, which he's now regretting deeply. It's another long moment of contemplation before he picks up a pen to write]
Have you settled your sights on bringing further anguish into my life, then? I cannot think of any other way to interpret this latest set of events.
… But I have learned my lesson, I suppose. Perhaps such a thing would be too good to be true after all.
[There's another pause, before the crumbled dust remains of that candy heart dust the page, and the journal has been shut. He needs to go write some angsty poetry in his other journalasljsdlajlasd]