Dear diary,
I hate her. It's obvious it really is. I've always hated her. And she hates me. Always. It's the only constant in my life. Her and our stupid hatred. No matter what school I get transferred to or which parents choose to pity me next, she's always there. I guess it's just because we're so similar they just didn't know what to do with us. Aruna and Cathy. Just group them together all the time.
She's a lot like me, but at the same time she's somehow better? I mean, she can pull off literally any item of clothing and damn she's smart and her confidence is just awesome. I can go on forever and still not be done. Is that normal? Idolising your enemy? Not trying to just beat her, but trying to be her as well? It probably isn't but honestly, who cares if I think good old Cathy is 10 times better than me. That bitch would probably get a kick out of me saying that.
The stars are so so pretty, white dots in the endless expanse, glimpses of light. Glimpses of beutiful, radiant light. They look so small from here, but they are really, really massive. And they shine brighter than even I can see from here. I watch them from my balcony, and not just them. I observe the nightlife. I sketch away into the night, the stars the cars the balconies, even the people. My sketch pad has become more of a travel log now, and my new foster parents dont really care. If I'm sketching I can't be trouble.
I have a short temper. So does Cathy. I know her, so I can tell when she's about to snap. But she's lucky. One of her new 'friends' always usher her away. They dont want to ruin their own reputation, so they choose to help her so they can gain points for being 'the kind new kid's friend'. But she doesn't see that. Or does she? You never know with her. She's smart about what she shares with people. Even I dont know her as much as I'd like to admit. How did this become all about Cathy again?? Anyways.. I feel like I always get into fights. Always, always, always.
I'm getting tired.. today was crap as usual... that's all I really have left to write.
