Elan Dassa

Today Rose seemed like her usual self, always playing hard to get while somehow managing to be flirty. She seemed sassier today, and in response I was definitely more pissed off at her. Why won't she just leave me alone? She doesn't love me or care about me, but she still sends the weirdest mixed messages. I hate Rose. What am I saying. I love Rose. Fucking Rose.

To clarify, this post was from our rehearsal on Thursday; writing this so the next post won't seem like I wrote 2 entries for one rehearsal.