Two and a half hours left until the call. I'm getting nervous, and I have a big pit of guilt in my stomach. I tried to apologize to Brenna for saying the things I said, but she hasn't seen any of my messages. I'm all alone, and it's horrible.
This is why I hate drama, because it tears apart friendships, and the beast inside comes out to terrorize everyone who angers you.
I don't want to go on with this call, but if I don't, I won't get a say in the band. Plus, I promised my boyfriend I would stand by his side if he stood by mine.
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Help! I Hate Drama!
Non-FictionThis is about my real story. How people can be jerks, even though you think they are your best friend. All of this is real. I write what happens to me as soon as it does. This is live coverage of my life.
