Monday, 25th June. 10:19pm

I look around new surroundings, my new friends, my new school jacket; listening to all the old music.

I can't get you out of my head, your burnt into my brain. It hurts to know

that your online right now, on msn, on myspace, yet your not talking to me.

I pull my blanket over my head:

"don't say im the one you want to loose"

Plays my ipod speakers, crackling to the enhanced volume. I can't live without her,

know one can comapre. Not Aneta, or Rachel not even Lucy.

We are old school, we are in sync.

I lay underneath my blankets breathing heavily, panting, sweating, no. Not sweat, tears.

No book can take me away from this distortion

this relapse of heart. I hope she needs me just as much as I need,

well that I think I need her.

I remember the first day I met you when Elizabeth asked me and dylan to put

a note in the boys bathroom about melissa brooke. I remember it as much as the last day we spoke

when we tried to get drunk with Jessica and she told me things

you had said about me, lies or not I was blind.

I tear at the blanket covering my body, chucking it onto the floor.

The only memories I have that are worth remembering are with you,

Keziah.