The Notebook? More like I'd rather Not-Book.

Part 1

I’ve reassured them repeatedly for the past 2 weeks that I’m fine. I’ve also explained, in depth, that I’d really rather stay at home with my laptop and the Internet than third-wheel their dates to the painfully cliqued “date-spots”. They seem to think that since Molly broke up with me that I need constant attention, to be repeatedly reminded that I’m loved and that they’re on my side. I appreciate everything they’ve done (and are still doing), I really am, but I don’t think they seem to understand that I know all of that, and I didn’t want them to take a side – even if they did side with me. Everything they’re doing is all a little unnecessary and quite honestly, it’s a bit much.    

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I’m so excited to go to the funfair! It’s a shame that it’s just me and my parents going though, I really hate that my sister is sick but I’m glad she’s old enough to stay home on her own so I still get to go. I know that probably sounded extremely selfish but I’ve been waiting to go since we missed last year’s funfair due to my mum’s work sending her away for a weekend and dad sent us kids to stay with Grandpa so he could decorate the living room. Man, I’m pretty sure that was the longest weekend of my life.
If this weekend could go that slowly… That would be the best.