dear winter,
i told anna.
about jack and my feelings and shit.
well, more like she found out.
as it turns out when i'm writing, i mouth the words.
and anna's a good lip reader.
i knew it would be a bad idea to write in the dining room.
whatever, too late now.
i unloaded to her about everything.
she thinks i should go for it.
ask him out.
i think i might.
i will.
oh man.
i'll do it at eben's party.
which is tomorrow night.
fuck.
well, wish me luck.
- dani