Thank You for Saving Me

I was having the hardest time sleeping tonight. I just kept replaying Stella’s story in my head. I kept thinking about how Ryan knew how she felt and he STILL played her. That’s so harsh.

I mean, I know how the player thing works. I’ve played more than a few girls and I’ve seen Alex master the game, but now that I see how it affects girls…really
amazing girls…it made me sick.

And Grace…I KNEW she was a bitch from the day I saw her.

How could Stella not see that?

I wanted to kill Ryan.

I was tossing and turning all night. I was hoping Stella was sleeping well, but this was HER life.

If I couldn’t sleep, how could she?

I turned over, sticking my iPod buds in my ears.

I was 5:30 and I had to be up in like an hour.