A Very Personal Entry From My Diary.

Friday, April 22nd, 2011

Friday, April 22nd, 2011

7:19 pm

Dear Diary,

What is the purpose of tears? I know it is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of emotion. Which emotion? Is it to express loss, or that you cared, or pure happiness? What about pain?

No matter how bad something is, it appears that I cannot shred tears. Why is that? Is it simply a numbness of emotions? Is it this fear of the vulnerability I feel when I’m crying. Whatever it is, it makes me fight to hold back the water that had sprang to my eyes.

Well, anyway, off of that watery-eyed subject. How about we talk about my social life?

Tyler hasn’t been as openly hateful to me. He’s still a mean butt-head, but he likes to “pretend” we’re still friends. At first I used to think it was nice that he’d talk to me as if nothing were wrong; now I find it beyond annoying! I really wish he’d realize that I don’t care about whatever it is that decided to place itself into his nasty butt cheeks.

Josh {C.} has also decided to bully me. Gosh, I’ve been so close to punch him. Or, better yet, strangle him. (Yes, I’m a very violent person if you make me angry enough.) I mean, he talks to me as if I’m worthless. Now, me being me, clench my fist and tense for the punch I’m about to throw at his face. Who in the heck does he think he is?! Because he’s no better than me. And he mentions Tyler so that it’s like a smack in the face to me. (Let’s get real; I like Tyler.) He’s so lucky his face still doesn’t have a scratch.

Josh {S.} is a little cranky, too. I mean, I’m not mad at him, but he’s pretty close to be being hurt when I explode.

Alright, enough about the negatives. Aaron and {Double J} have become friends of mine! I really don’t get why I didn’t hang out with them sooner. They’re both so much to be around! (Except Josh {C.} keeps himself attached to Aaron like a leech.) I <3 being their friends! We’ve even come up with nicknames for each other! I’m Pizza, {Double J}’s Teddy-Bear, and Aaron’s Picken. (Picken’s a combination of Pig and Chicken.) We call ourselves the Three Musketeers. Yeah, we’re so cool!

Love,

Alison

7:48 pm