January 24, 2012

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                                                                                                                 January 24, 2012

Dear Diary,

       She told me I needed counseling.

My own mother said that! She said I needed it because I am so negative and disruptive that I need it.

Well look at what caused this uproar. You kept on and on wanting me to have a movie part or invite friends over, well I am just fine alone! Can't you see that?

Obviously not because you kept digging and digging that blasted hole deeper and deeper. It's not my problem that started this. It mainly started with this damn divorce! Couldn't you set aside your fucking differences and move the hell on till maybe were at least in collage?!?! Fuck no.

You wanted this to happen, you made it happen. You made me what I am today.

Not me.

 Fucking yours,

                     Darla

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