I can’t stop crying. I’ve tried to stop thinking but it doesn’t work. You don’t expect stuff to happen, you can’t control it, you can’t control anything. So I’m at this stupid open day and everyone’s snotty and rude. And then I see someone. I’d never even spoken to her at Brownview but it didn’t seem to matter because then everything got really fun. And by the time we’re on our way home we were telling secrets and I wanted to move my hand. I wanted to move it so much. And then she moved hers. I wish I told Naomi how easy it is for me to love someone. We’re all lonely and all we want is for someone to, you know, pay attention, and tell us we’re beautiful, and cute, and say that they want to.