So, last week's work actually lead me to think about how i lived a double life during those days. How could i care what those little bitches i went to school with thought of me when such a horrible thing had just happened. But, i did. i think being there day to day, having their constant distaste rubbed in my face made me care. i talked about how i walked a tightrope between my two lives, and nothing could be more true. What happened at school had to be carefully balanced because consequences carried over to Edward's. What happened at Edward's made school even harder. So... i thought maybe this week we'd look at that balance, and the various ways i managed to fuck it up.
