My day was so boring. Melaina, the lady that does my cleaning, came in and did her stuff, but ah, Blake isn’t home. How can I drink a thing if he’s not around? It’s like, every time I hear a cracked can of soda, I think of Blake. Like earlier today, I heard some lady crack open a diet Dr. Pepper, and I thought to say, “You suck.” Yes, she had a moment where I thought of Blake, where Blake must’ve thought of me. I don’t know why, but it’s part of me now. I hard the crack of the soda, and thought of the many nights Blake would do whatever. He’d do whatever it takes to make him happy. I want to do whatever it takes to make us both happy. Now, I’m talking to some folks on Skype. I’ve got a longtime friend on here, Carrie, and then my friend Ali from Texas. We’re hanging around and stuff. It’s pretty cool having friends around online, but I know for a fact that some of those friends can’t assert themselves, and then, guardians and parents can take advantage. I’m probably the most assertive, but I sometimes get aggressive. We role played in a psych group today about assertiveness. I justified the stupid Braille display stuff for R.J., one of my friends. R.J. is awesome, and I told him that it is important to spell things correctly. That’s me though. I’m not a bad speller. Thirteenth place in my county’s spelling bee. But I didn’t do anything with the honey. A spelling bee? Whoa. Ok, a bee that spells. I can hardly imagine!
Well, I better find out where Blake is, so talk at you all later.
\Some hours later: Blake comes home, and I’m so happy to see him. HE calls in to my Skype, and I was inspired to write a poem for him. See next post.