Deirdre's Diary

that really hurt. you just left the house and YOU DIDNT EVEN SAY GOODBYE. thanks, so much for me being your best friend.

What a real man you are.

it's not gonna work..

why can't it be official?

Skinny Love wrote:why can't it be official?

i went through hell and everything else since then. it's all good now. well




kinda

"i don't love you like i did yesterday"

it still hurts. i'm trying hard, and with a little bit of outcome. it's a sunday so the overall attitude is not going to be nice like always but things are going to get better........... they always do.

i guess things are okay. i've been trying to keep busy with my school work and things, but with dad in the hospital and mom constantly riding my back to be better, it's not easy. and the girl that i'm... uh involved(?) with is just confusing me.

you really messed me up for a while didn't you..

dad's dying.

im getting my permit soon.

i'm fucking tired from work. 

and i have something with a girl that may or may not be there. i'm not too sure what's going on. i think i'm growing up. sorry for being so blunt but i am just so tired.

the last message was kinda scary if i never replied to it i think

things are better now. dad has died as you may or may not have read. i think i'd say other than my father being dead i am getting better at staying happy.

i saw rocky horror last. that was so fun.

alright it feels like if i step one foot wrong im gonna fall....

just when things get ok its like wow hmm just kidding you suck!

how am i even supposed to do this anymore. ugh. im so tired of feeling like this. why can't i just talk to this person all day long.. it'd make me feel better.

maybe this person won't hurt me.

fucking slut. WHORE.

never again. im glad i got to see this side of you.

thanks to my real friends. they know who they are  

school is cancelled!!

im glad you're my friend. you're the best. i should listen to you when you give me advice.

maybe next time you can say it to my face!

i don't know anymore..

I'm trying. I really am... I just want to know if it hurts you as much as it hurts me that you don't even want to be friends with me

that was your last chance. you're gonna be sorry.

it's your fault i'm not talking to you. sorry you're missing out on me. because now instead of getting my help, you're gonna run your section into the ground and i can't fucking wait.

first time being late to school. i really hope that doesn't take away from my perfect attendance. plus im in this stupid ass class and i hate it. :/

okay i think tonight and tomorrow should help me relax. it's been a while since i've been able to have fun with friends. I hope that... he... says he doesn't want to come. i know she wants him to though, so i'll tolerate him. but is it a mistake?

anyways i can't wait to get to go shopping. i'm gonna have money for the right stuff and i'm going to buy the correct things. i need to get a new smell and i think i'll buy some underwear.

tomorrow night we're leaving for south bend so we can go see rocky horror picture show again. i can't wait for all of my friends to see how it is. i don't know how they are with these sorts of things but i hope they're okay with watching grown men run around in lingerie.

i just know it's gonna help my anxiety.