Re: The awkwardness of me. -
September 6th 2015, 10:01 PM
Day 2. Dear diary I think must have fallen asleep. I never finished my entry from last night. Still I really wish you could talk, your like the friend who knows the secrets I could never tell , my inner most deepest secrets. Anyhows I guess you want to know how last night turned out in the end ? If you were a person you would be begging me 'oh please Chardonay tell me about last night' So you want to know about last night ?
Well there was this guy in my house. He was FIT AS and guess what - he spoke to me. Fit guy spoke to me. I got his name. I can't be that awkward then can I to get a fit guys name. He's called Blake. Yeah names not great. I know but god was he fit!
And no it didn't go anywhere. Your a diary, your not supposed to judge.
OMG look at me talking to you like your a real friend. I'm loosing the plot. I'm still talking to you. This is mad. I need to stop talking to you and just write in you but isn't writing sometimes the same as talking ?
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
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