3:10pm Sunday, March 1
I'm crying in the bath tub. I don't know why. I do know why, actually. I'm crying, because I feel wrong. I feel fucked up.
I didn't get drunk or stoned this weekend. Scarlet stayed overnight, and we ate crème brûlée with my parents. Then, we took pictures late at night of me in lingerie. I was exhausted and annoyed because I never look right in photographs. But, I think we got some nice ones.
8:37pm
I feel this awful feeling in my stomach, but I think it will go away. Overall, I'm good. Just dramatic.
Scarlet annoyed me by saying my house was a mess, then she started doing the dishes. I do not think it's right to insult someone's home. If it looks messy, why should anyone but the people living there care?
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Satan School of Sophomores
Teen FictionA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
