Jena
My nerves are fried! I have gone through every bit of clothing that I have and nothing feels right for a night out. Or maybe it is just not suitable for this night out. I stand in front of my bed where every bit of clothing that I own is thrown and I stare at it as if it will magically put together an outfit that I can wear tonight. f**k, not even my underwear feels right on me and it is my favorite red lace set. I don’t know why I am so nervous. I mean it is just Melody that I am going out with, not John. Dear lord, I hope she didn’t tell him about seeing me in the graveyard, or the fact that I was standing in front of a nameless grave. That will just make him want to ask questions, though I doubt he will even bother to ask them, seeing as he hasn’t even tried to be a little bit civ
