4:26 a.m.

Yet again another night I stay up, I stay up late on a night that I'm supposed to wake up in a couple hours. I don't have insomnia, I don't have any other sleeping disorder, I just think. I think about my plans this summer, the life ahead,  and like any other 15 year old girl; make up my dream guy. I know, I might get in trouble for this, but I don't care anymore. I have literally reached that point on where I could care less on what happens to me, even if I die. I have met my dream guy, called him mine, became stupid, and let him go. His girlfriend is possibly going to find out about this sooner or later, and will possibly kill me. Like I said before, I could care less. I do have a boyfriend now, but I am horribly jealous of my ex and his new girlfriend, I have a right too. Yes, my boyfriend knows I am jealous, he understands. Now after thinking all this, death isn't so scary anymore.