4. 4th January
Hell. That is what today was. Met up with him, and he was going on about how he has been and how he earning quite a bit of money. But personally I think he's bullshitting, which wouldn't surprise me in the slightest. Then he asked me if I wanted to date him. Was he joking... I simply glared at him, he got the idea. He wasn't at all distraught though, he carried on going on and on about the past few months. I wasn't even listening. After a few minutes I made up an excuse to leave, and left without any awkardness which is unusual for me.
When I got home, Mum was there on the sofa watching the news I think. I slipped pass her though, stole a few things from the kitchen and fled to my room, my sanctuary almost. With A Day to Remember screaming in my ear I sunk into my bed and read The Hunger Games again. I read books more than once most the time but sometimes I'm too hyped about them to and read the next one or mourn about not having a next book. Tomorrow is the last day before I go back to school... Great.