Note: The only changes to this entry are minor corrections to grammar, punctuation, formatting, and spelling. I’ve also removed any last names which appeared, except in the case of teachers.
UPDATE:
Friday (01/17): Maile met me that night and I warned her about Max, the guy who wants to kill me. She refused to promise to stay inside if I went out to “talk” to Max and he had a gun. It hurt me, because my options were:
- Arrange something with Max so we’d meet elsewhere
- Force Maile to stay inside by way of her parents
- Kill Max/myself
- Let Maile go out
Maile hated 1-3, but I could not choose 4. I could never risk Maile’s life!
Saturday(1/18): I called Maile that morning and she decided she’d stay inside if Max came. She swore she would. I was glad. I, too, however, had changed my mind and was going to let her go out, if we could devise a “safe” plan for her. I’m glad she changed her mind and swore first.
Sunday (1/19): Tried to arrange to meet Maile and she accepted. She also had dinner here, and then I went to her house to watch a movie. I acted real suicidal/morbid afterwards, and I’m real sorry I did. I got up at 1:30AM and realized I was supposed to have met Maile at 12:49AM. I never want to experience that feeling of loss/disappointment/anger again. Later I discovered Maile had forgotten as well!
Monday (1/20): We had no school (Martin Luther King Day). Maile couldn’t go with me to see some poetry written on a broken bridge in a park in Tomball. I lay in my room all day listening to depressing music (and I regret it, because Maile didn’t want me to). Rather depressing. The night before, however, I had dreamt of Maile. We ran away together. My mother, naturally, was in it as the evil authority figure. I loved the prospect of running away with Maile. It is my goal in life. I love her!
