I came home today and watched The Notebook. And it was good in that sort of predicatible cute romantic chick flick way. I must be getting my period soon because I'm an emotional ball. I'm just sensitive.

So let me finish from last time. I know it may be abrupt but I just want to finish my account of the beginning of this year. That way I can actually post entries about the current events of my life now.

I think I got him hooked. I think I made him fall in love with me again just by seeing him again. And maybe I'm being concieted but I'm not trying to be; it's different when I say he loves me. It's just different.

So after that weekend where he and I saw each other again. He called. 8.24.04. And we spoke for a few hours. And at the time I was still in my denial mood and a bitch from the summer. So I told him that if he wanted me back, he had to give me a hundred percent. No less. Not even 99.9; the .1 perecent matters. And to not give me a hundred percent would not be enough for me. And the entire time he argued that he didn't want to do it. And he wondering why I couldn't be negotiable. But I didn't think negotiations were in order. He hurt me. He should heal me. And a night or flower or dinner wouldn't suffice. He said he wouldn't do the hundred percent. So I hung up.

And then he called back. And he said he wanted to talk about it before school tomorrow and if he could pick me up and take me to school. I agreed.

And I guess that's where things started. Where we started to talk. I wish I had kept this diary back then, that way I would have never forgetten the details. But what I fail to recall wasn't worth it but whatever I do remember I'll keep forever.

I don't know where to end.

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