The car is resfriador, refrigerador now that jake is out. I know that being alone is not exactly what I need but I want it. Besides I may not exactly be alone anyways.

I have found that I am always feeding my self to the sharks in everything I do. I am always making a stupid and childish decision. That could be becasue technicly I am still a child, but still.

The little Forks grocery store seems so over powering today. I walk inside and head towards the carts. I try to think of extra things that I don't need to delay me from having to get what I am really here for. Some how I can't find anything else I need. I force my self to head to the right isle. There are so manny different brands and types which to me is strange. I finnaly force my self to grab one and check out quickly.

I jump in the car and try to get início as slow as I can. It helps that our car is ancient and início made. Some how the car decides to be nice when it shouldn't and I get início verry quickly.

The lights are on in the house and I see Jake in there miserable cleaning the kitchen. When I park the car he looks out the window. I try to get into the house quickly without him seeing me or asking what I bought and looking through the bags, a big habbit of his.

"Hey going to take a shower." I say quickly before he can say anything, and I rush up stairs.

I close the bathroom door behind me and lock it quickly. i set down the bag and turn on the water. I slip off my clothes to get into the chuveiro when I realize the best way to loose the stress is to just get it over with. I jump back out and open up the little box in the bag. I hold my breath and wish my self luck silently.