Faking Diary Entries

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I once said that I was a sucker for cliches - especially romantic ones (well... that wasn't the correct wording but you get the idea), what I didn't say is that I hate some cliches. (Aka: I only like the fairytale cliches - as in that sparks fly when we touch - those kind of cliches)
So, the fact that my boyfriend (or should I say ex-boyfriend) and best friend (or should I say 'best friend') were caught (by me) snogging in my 'best friends' car shouldn't really have come as a surprise. (As far as high school romances go.)
However, it is just a high school relationship - and I saw it coming from a mile away, before I even caught them making out. (At least it wasn't in my car - that's all I'm going to say about that.)
I feel like I should do something spontaneous (right now would be a great time to dye the tips of my hair pink) - or at least cut Brandon and Jessica out of my life. But, if I'm being honest (which I am) I didn't really have feeling for Brandon, (well at least I haven't for a while) and Jess knew this. (She's my proper diary - the person I share most of my deepest and darkest secrets) (& I say most because I only mean the deepest and darkest secrets that I know won't effect our friendship - everything else is bottle away) So, I'll end up fangirling over them being a cute couple. Once I can actually talk to them for a decent amount of time. (Like 10 seconds minimum, but at the moment I can't even hold eye-contact for 2 seconds.)
I feel like that's the best option - and I know they're not bad people. Sure, it would've been nice of them to talk to me instead of, you know, cheating on me behind my back. (It kinda sounds bad when you put it that way doesn't it?) But, I don't really care about those things at the moment. I don't really know why I even dated Brandon in the first place. Maybe the popularity and peer pressure got to me and I didn't even realise.

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Heather x.