Sept 26, 2012- Happy Birthday Alex

I tried calling Alex on my way home from Jiu Jitsu, last night at 9:30, but for some reason it went right into voice mail. I spend the majority of last night feeling pathetic and waiting for Alex to call...At around 1am I finally decided to go to bed, because he clearly wasn't going to call me. Today is his birthday, and he doesn't have school due to that fact that his school has some Jewish holiday, but my school doesn't have enough Jews, so unfortunately we still have school. So he had originally said that he would pick me up from school, but who know if he is still going to anymore because he still hasn't called. But I swear this is his last chance to prove to me he still cares and wants to make this work...If when I walk out of this school building at the end of the day and he is not standing there waiting for me, I am done. I have tried so hard to make this work, but lately it seems as if I am the only one who is putting any sort of effort into this relationship, and if that is the case, then he clearly doesn't want to be in it any longer. I wish things could be different, and there summer had never ended, but there is nothing I can do about it, you can't make someone do something they don't want to do. At the moment I am sitting in the "language lab" in our french class. I'm sure there is something I am supposed to be doing, but I was way to zoned out while the teacher was talking to have any idea what is it. On one hand I hope this day goes by quickly, because I can't take the suspense. All I can focus on is if Alex is going to show up or not. But on the other hand I hope that this day drags out, because I am dreading going to gym class last period. For starters I am wearing leggings and sneaker heels (not appropriate attire for gym class). Also, this girl Asya would like nothing more then to hurt me, she has hated me every since we met, but lately things had escalated, we went from not saying to words to each other, to her trying to bitch me out in front of the entire gym class. It started Sunday, when I received a message from her on Facebook, saying I was ugly, poor and my boyfriend looked like he was 40. Three things, of which none were even remotely close to the truth. So naturally I reacted, because I am not the type to let ANYONE push me around, I don't care who someone is or who they know, but if they start with me i am going to give it right back! And I'm not just the type of person who calls someone a bitch or a whore, I go for their Achilles Heel. And that was exactly what I did to her, I hit at every weak point she had, saying things that she would think about long after the conversation was over. But I didn't solve anything, I started a war! Now all I could do was hope I had the strength to hold my own, not if, but when she came after me.