𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, ; 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥

17

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