Tonight, during dinner, I started crying at the table. The boys were teasing me over the Kimbo incident and I broke down. Afterwards, Heath apologized for making fun of me all weekend. He said that he didn't realize that I was the upset about it. He didn't know that I was pushed into the pool, and had believed Sarah when she said it was an accident. It felt really amazing to have someone (especially Heath) be on my side for once.
It's almost 10PM and I haven't even started any of my homework yet. I've been too busy writing. I've been working on Miss Popular from yesterday as well as a song about Heath. It's pretty simple. It's just me confessing my undying love for him and wishing he felt the same. After our talk tonight, it's not such a dream. Maybe he really does like me.
Things with Sarah are still gross. She still hates me and won't acknowledge that I exist (except to tell me that I looked like a pirate hooker today. I don't know if I can handle living with her for much longer.
