Just Confused.

Aladdin and I still haven't spoken since he blew up at me.

Yesterday I had a mutual friend deliver him a note I wrote, which said only: "I really did want to help. I'm sorry." The mutual friend said that when Aladdin read it, he tore it to pieces, and, unsatisfied with just that, proceeded to rip a poster off a school bulletin board and tear that to pieces too. So pretty much that didn't help anything at all.

Then I came home and worked on a projects for Roots of Conflict.

Then Mr. Bingley told me that he and Aladdin have been exchanging Facebook messages. Whattheheck? I think Mr. Bingley meant to help, but I don't think it has. Aladdin leaves for Peru early tomorrow morning, and will never speak to me again.

I almost tried to talk to him today after school when I saw him. But he had other people with him. And didn't even look at me. So it didn't happen.

So I guess that's the end of our story. No hopeful ending, or uplifting message. Just a girl who wanted to help a boy, and failed, and was used and hurt in the process, and a boy who could have had an uplifting story with a happy ending, but didn't.

The senior class got lectures about safe behavior in college today, which made me glad I'm going to BYU. We also got lectures about finances and ending high school well. Our principal really stressed telling people how much we'll miss them and repairing broken relationships. I wish I could do that.