Dear diary,
I'm not used to doing this diary stuff, but Mom said it would be a good way to release my feelings. Honestly, I rather express my feelings through a punching bag than on paper, but it's worth a shot. I've decided to break up with Marco Capri. I'll keep it short. Seven reasons. I'll start from the beginning.
When I first met Marco at Kristy's party, he was the hottest guy I've ever seen: gorgeous dark curls, a white smile, and had a body of a Greek god. At the end of the night, I was ecstatic when he asked me to be his girlfriend.
Every morning, he would wait by locker and say, "Good morning, beautiful." Reason number one: Joan approached me one morning, saying how Marco called her beautiful. It turned out that Marco called every attractive girl in the school "beautiful!" I talked myself into thinking he was being friendly. How foolish I was...
It was only about a week into the relationship and I'd realized reason number two: he treated me differently when his friends were around. Since Marco was one of the most popular guys in school and I was his girlfriend, I thought that it would be okay to have lunch with him at school. BIG mistake. When I approached his table in the cafeteria, his friend Henry blurred out, "Nerd Alert." All of Marco's friends, including Marco, laughed at his joke. My cheeks were flaming and I marched out of the cafeteria, trying to hold back my tears of humiliation.
After the incident, Marco called me and explained how his "guy time" and "us" needed to separate because his friends were assholes and he didn't want to put me through that again. At the time, I thought he was being sweet, but looking back, I think he was embarrassed to be with me around his friends.
Reason number three: he was conceited. For our one-month anniversary, I baked him a batch of my famous double chocolate-chip cookies. I even decorated them with icing and sprinkles. I'd put my heart and soul into those cookies and what did he get me in return? A framed picture of himself. He said to look at it every time I feel lonely at night. That was a total slap in the face! why the hell would I want his picture (which is now being used as my dog's chewy toy)?
After we'd exchanged gifts, we decided to go to the mall. It was the perfect opportunity to improve the date. However, it got much worst. Fifteen minutes after we arrived at the mall, I'd discovered my fourth reason: he was a total mama's boy. His mother tracked us down in the mall and dragged us to every junk store in the mall. She babbled in Italian the entire time, clinging onto Marco's arm.
"Marco, do you really need your mom here on our date?" I asked bluntly.
Mrs. Capri overheard and glared at me and said in a thick Italian accent, "You think I'm not good enough to be here with my son?"
I didn't know she understood English!
Marco turned to me and said, "What's wrong with my mama? Stop being so bitchy."
I left the mall shortly after that with the intension of never speaking to Marco again. However, probably with Mrs. Capri's approval, he showed up at my doorstep with a dozen roses the next day. I instantly forgave him. Gosh I was such a sucker! I guess most of us are when we're in love.
Reason number five: Marco was a total nose picker and that's gross! Like, I don't want to hold his hand after his finger just had a voyage in boogerland! Yuck yuck yuck yuck!
A week after the mall incident was my seventeenth birthday and reason number six. He got me a two-for-one movie pass that he got coupon for my birthday. I got that same coupon in the mail two days earlier.
My final reason for leaving Marco is simple: I'm not happy in this relationship and I deserve to be happy. I don't know why I stayed with him for forty-four days, eight hours and thirty-five minutes!
Now I just have to tell him that I'm leaving him. Mom says that ending a relationship is like a band-aid, you just have to rip it off quickly before you feel the pain.
Wish me luck, diary. I'm gonna need it.
Ashley
