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Breathe, L. Just breathe!
UGH. Third journal entry today. I’ve completely lost my chill.
I can’t remember if I logged out before I switched the visors. It’s been messing with my head all afternoon. I did, right? I must have. I remember selecting “Sign Out” from the menu and seeing the prompt to confirm.
And then I chose YES, right? And I blinked? I don’t know why I have the weirdest feeling that I didn’t.
I’ve been making too many mistakes. It isn’t like me. I forgot to clear the browser history from this terminal before I logged out and went to dinner. Anyone could have found it. Anyone! I should delete this whole dropbox. Stop writing things down. If someone hacked in and found it…
M would kill me. He’s convinced I’m going to slip up, and someone’s going to find out about us. It’s getting kind of insulting tbh. Would it really be so catastrophic if people knew we were together? I know, I know, I’m not 18, and he has his CEO image–> 500 employees depending on him–> Investors wouldn’t like it–> Blah blah blah blah blah.
Whatever, Emerson. Sometimes I think he loves his stupid company more than me. I’m blowing up my whole life to move out West. To be with him. My parents are going to freak when they find out. They’ve always disapproved of M. And Reese... Reese will never speak to me again. Like, how is that conversation going to go?
Hi, Reese. Yes, you are my best friend that I tell everything, except for this one secret I’ve been keeping…that I’ve been in love with your brother right under your nose…and my “relationship” with Maddox? The boy I told you broke my heart?
That was never real.
Fake fake fake. Nothing like a little augmented reality to cover up the truth. Your brother taught me that, Reese. Fake it till you make it. That’s his motto. Mine too, now.
It will all be so much easier after my birthday. Once I’m of age in California, we can apply for the marriage license that day. My parents will come around once it’s legal, once they know how serious we are.
If only Emerson would listen to me! All he has to do is change one parameter. So easy! Then Maddox’s Maker Fair demo will crash and burn, and nobody will question why Maddox is comforting poor Lowercase with her bumped head.
But no. M won’t do it, will he? God forbid he get his hands dirty. And I couldn’t access the server to change it myself. Not even with the visor. Unlike me, clueless little Lowercase actually has the presence of mind to LOG OUT of file servers before she closes them.
Whyyy???
So now, there’s only one move left. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I need to come clean. Tell Maddox the truth. He’ll cover for me in front of my parents if I’m honest with him. I know he will.
I should have gone that route from the beginning. Maddox wouldn’t have minded. Not after we broke up. I bet he would’ve helped me out of the goodness of his heart. Because he’s actually a good person. He’s not faking anything. Not like M. Not like me.
It’s not too late to fix it. Go. Now. Talk to Maddox. Make it right.
OK, that’s the plan. You got this, L.
Just breathe.