I ditched my morning classes. Sat in bed and cried. Got up and showered. Drove to class. Got out of the car. Closed the door. Fumbled the keys. They dropped to the ground. I stared at them. My body frozen. Couldnt think. Couldnt move. Trying to find excuses. Reasons why I should ditch the rest of the day.

Perfect Girl sees me. What the fuck is she doing there? Shouldnt she be in class? She asks me if Im ok. I smile at her. Say I am. She sees the tears. Walks to me. Asks me why Im crying. I hate her for seeing me like this. Just want her to get the fuck away from me. She touches my arm. Gently turns me to face her. I look down. I dont want anyone to see me crying. I feel her arms surround me. I lose it. The tears stream out. My body shakes. She holds me. Tells me its ok.

Dont know how long we stood there. But it was good for me. I felt exhausted afterwards. I wanted to sleep. She picked up my keys. Asked me if I was ok to drive. I said I was. I hugged her goodbye. That was nice of her. What she did. To hold me like that. That was very cool. Dont know how I feel about her telling The Girl. That was kind of nosy. But Im glad she did.

Because The Girl called me. Asked me if everything was ok. She was concerned. A platonic concern. But still. She was concerned. We talked. I made up a bullshit excuse. She bought it. Im glad Perfect Girl told her. Im glad she called. It felt good to hear her voice.

Im waiting for Kaya. Im too shaky to drive. Plus I need to finish all this shit. So that means I need to get off of here.