I know that Trevor isn’t worth it. But he is.. I know something about him. Something that hardly anyone else knows. He has problems at home.. And it makes me so furious at his parents for treating him like they do. See, the thing is, I don’t think he said all that shit that Emily said he did. He’s been staring at me all day, then turning away, blushing. I put my hands on my hips once when he looked at me, though… I don’t care if he’s mad at me, though. He can deal with it. And if he did say all that stuff, well, I don’t know what his problem is. I mean, he smiled and said “Thank you” for the gift bag thingy. So I don’t know what happened. Emily says that she overheard him saying that, and of course, she just had to tell me. Anyway, today is Valentine’s Day, and I wrote a poem about Trevor in English today. Here it is:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
I try to think of another line,
But all I find are cheesy lines
That are all said without pride,
No matter if I look deep inside
And so I think that I’ll just wait,
And you can live without hate,
Knowing that I truly care,
But I really wouldn’t dare
To tell you how I really feel
Because I’m not all full of zeal
I love you, and I want you to know,
But you’ll throw my heart out the window
So goodbye, my love–I’ll save  what’s left ofmy heart,
And you can know you played your part,
In the breaking of my heart,
Yes, you did, you played your part.
And that’s it. I wrote it in, like, five minutes. Anyway, I’m still not happy about this whole thing, and I don’t really know what to do. This was probably the worst Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.