I'm a little better. There hasn't really been anything weird in a while. I even went to class today. Koji smiled at me but didn't try to talk for me. Probably for the best. Not sure I could handle the pressure, even good pressure, if you know what I mean.
I didn't mean that as an innuendo but it kind of sounds like one.
I'm not feeling at a hundred percent. But I'm better. Lyndsay's even commented on it.
I've been sleeping in my own room for a while now. I feel like such a wuss, having to crash in Lyndsay's room. To be honest, I was in there longer than I needed to be. I just didn't feel safe, alone.
Carraway--the manliest of men. Needs a skinny girl to protect him!
I don't feel safe, honestly. But I don't feel as unsafe. No more scratching. No more weird tags or sleep posts. Maybe this was all just stress. Maybe it's going to fade.