Okay, so let me start off by saying I've never been the 'Dear Diary' sort of person. So my warning to you is that I have never spilled anything to something -or someone in this case- before. So I am sorry in advance if you think I am a complete and utter nut-job and should be sent to a loony institution (trust me, most people do) but I just wanted to try to open up to someone. I've never spilled my guts to anyone before (unless you count the mess I made on my mum's new carpet after one beer on my 16th birthday) but that's not the type of guts I'm trying to spill. I mean the emotional, drama filled hurricane that has become my life. That's why I'm just going to write letters. I know you probably won't answer any of these due to the fact that you cut off all communication with everyone a year ago but hey, a girl can dream right?
I should probably start from the beginning then if I am actually going to go through with the whole letter writing thing. I should probably explain how I ended up spending the biggest night of my life!
Alone in my bedroom surrounded by tissues.
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Books and Babes
Teen FictionBooks and Babes mix as much as green and blue in the same outfit, never should happen. Until Kendall Taylor is thrown head first into the world known as the Babes.
