Another Friday, another week gone.

I've been keeping track in my head. There's this week, then Finals week. Then there's Spring Break, Prom week, AP Test week, then two weeks of nothing before Graduation day.

I've been fighting with myself. Do I leave? Do I stay? For the longest time I've been wanting to leave and never look back. To leave this school, this home, this city, this state.

I've been mad at myself. Because only recently have I started noticing him. I've known him since middle school, but it's now, Senior year, that I realize I want to be with him. What an inopportune, oblivious idiot I am.

I've been frustrated. I want to stay. For him. But that's dumb, isn't it? Staying here, for a boy. People do that all the time. And I always used to criticize them. But now I'm in their position. What a cruel twist of fate. Bad karma.

I've been waiting. To talk to him. For him to talk to me. One of us needs to act, or we'll never see each other again.

Another Friday passed. Another week I can't get back. Only a few more weeks to go. To stay. To go. To speak. To remain silent.