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Hi, I guess. Yelena gave me this grief journal yesterday saying it will help me to heal from experiences that I believe were painful to me. She said she read somewhere that these things could help, so I just accepted it to stop her from talking. I've never been good with words either, so I don't think keeping a diary is for me. But there is something I thought of just now, and it won't hurt to try. I think I need it to get off my chest because if I keep pretending I don't then I'll feel like my head will explode and I'm sick and tired of it. And a little scared, I think. So.. the truth is... I think I'm in love with Zeke. I think I have been for a while now, and even now I feel weird about it.
OK this was really embarrassing. I'm actually feeling really hot confessing this right now. Man, I'm glad no one can read this. I think I really need to clean the kitchen to to make me feel normal again. Or maybe I should go punch the tree outside my house. Or maybe I should go punch Zeke.
Yeah, that'll do the trick. I'll continue this another time.
Bye,
Eren