Diehards and Journal Updates

November 11th, 2007

It's Sunday again. Two weeks and Drew isn't home. Not even a call or text. We're all worried about him. Me mostly. I cried today. Mom and Dad say I'm too worried. They're the only ones who know we are involved. The guys think I'm a pussy and the girls hide their emotions. They say not to worry and that he'll be home soon. But will he? I can't help but worry and I can't just block out my feelings. Honestly, I'm scared. Scared for him and scared to loose him. I'll never openly admit that though. Outside I'm so cool and collected but on the inside I'm a fucking mess. I sleep next to the phone and jump when the doorbell rings. I always hope it's him. It never is. Its driving me insane. Why couldn’t he just call? It isn't that difficult to pick up a phone and dial ten digits. I don’t know journal, sometimes I think you’re the only one that gets me. I feel like tacos.

Evan