So, one of my students may have found my diary. What do I do? Do I lock it up? Quit writing? Pretend I don't know? I haven't decided.
I was up tossing and turning the other night, I couldn't sleep because I kept thinking about the boy and trying to figure out if he was avoiding me or just tired. Instead of giving myself a headache and hurting my heart some more, I started thinking about LeBron James. Man, his life must suck. To be that young, with that much expectation and responsiblity, would be an absolute nightmare. I don't know how he sleeps at night. Yeah, so now, whenever I think my life is horrible and I don't know how I'll survive, I'll think about LeBron.