May 25th, 2015
So, today, I went to go visit Niall.
He moved.
I knocked on the door and this old cranky woman answered and yelled at me to get off of her lawn.
Well, then.
I've also tried calling him, but he won't answer. I've tried texting, too, but he doesn't respond. I guess he never really liked me.
Oh, goodness, I'm crying. Sorry, it's just...
I don't know. People convince me that they like me; they connect with me, they tell me all these things, make me think they like me, and then... then they leave.
It happened with Meredith, it happened with Dad, it happened with Mom, and now it happened with Niall.
I don't know why I'm so naïve.
Ari
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FanfictionIf you found a diary on a bench in a park with absolutely no one around, would you read it? Most people would, to try and find a name or something that they could use to return it to they owner. Other people might just be being nosy, but that's rude...
