Dear Diary...(Hustin Stybles)~(Love Story)

I was tired. I just came from a concert and worked my butt off. Literally. I sang, picked an OLLG, I pretended to like girls. But to say the truth, I actually didn't like them. I'm gay. I didn't want anybody knowing so my cover wouldn't be blown...I guess it's too late for that now. I love the beliebers who would stay with me no matter what, but a lot have left me since One Direction came. Which pretty much pisses me off. I came from a rough relationship from a.k.a whore Slutena Hoemez. (A/N Nothing offensive to Selenators) Speaking of One Direction...The curly headed kid..Harry is it? Is really cute. I'm not a desperate gay or anything but he actually could be my type? I don't know. Well. That's it for today...I guess.

"Justin?" I heard a voice echoing 

"Selena?" I frowned a bit

"Oh.." She trails off. Smirking, seeing myself in a hospital gown in critical condition

"What the fuck do YOU want?. You embaressed me in National T.V telling them you made me cry...You called me a doche-

"Look faggot," She states harshly "Atleast I haven't told them you were gay, so don't get all pissed with me"

"Bye Selena" I was extremly mad. I didn't want anything to do with her in the moment.

You probably are confused about why i'm writing in a diary while i'm 19 years of age..And why i'm in the hospital. I got into a bit of a major car accident the following week before. Nothing too serious. But it has caused some damage. 

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