The Story Of A Broken One

Dear Diary, part 2.

November 1, 2013

Today started off as the best day ever, I felt great when I woke up to go to school. I had the best breakfast ever, especially because I never eat in the morning. My crush was so nice to me, he mostly paid all his attention to me on that day. He ran up to me and hugged me really tight, which had me breathless and for a moment I felt like we were the only two people there. I guess thats how most people felt in movies it was totally amazing.

But I know for me nothing good could ever happen, without some jackass ruining my day. I felt it in my stomach something was coming, I told my friend but she just thought my time of the month was coming (stfu Manda its not always like that). Mostly because I was acting really sweet to people. Unlike most days where I'm a complete bitch for no reason, sometimes it's fun.

Anyways the day was good, when we left I found some money. I spent it on food because food is fucking amazing. Later, I spent the rest of the day with my crush and our friends. I could of honestly say that was the best friday ever.

But that feeling was worrying me and there really was no way to get over it. I went home even though I really didn't want to, but it was getting late. So I went home and took a nap.

*few hours later*

I heard some noises, so I went to go check it out. It was an argument about me and my school. Grades and stuff but my dad had been drunk, because my grades in school are amazing believe it or not. My problem is i just want to be helpful, feel useful and wanted.