Soda is in love with Steve and is Jealous of Evie so he is ranting about it in a journal.
I looked at Steve. I look at him like he's my whole world.
He is my whole world.
He is my sun. He is my moon. He is stats in the sky. He the warm summer breeze on the beach. The relaxing feeling you get after smoking a cigarette.
I would tell all of this to him, but I can't.
All because of one girl: Evie.
She takes up all his time, leaving me to ponder whether or not he actually cares if I'm his best friend.
We have been best friends since elementary! And she comes around and steals him away!
This isn't like me. I wasn't like this with Sandy! But she did cheat on me so you can't blame me.
I'm so sick of pretending that what I have for him is platonic. I'm sick of trying to pretend that I just wanna be his best friend.
All those small glances I steal, all the gifts I give, what am I doing wrong?
I wish I were Evie. I wish I could take up all his time.
I wish that he was even slightly interested in me.
But here I am, writing this in a journal, like it's supposed to give me answers.
What could I do other than sit here and yearn for him?
I am alone in this great world even with people around me.
I am hopelessly in love with someone I cannot have.
