friday - 7:56 p.m.
the party is meant to start at eight. i've spent about an hour looking for something to wear because usually i just need to throw on my flannel night gown and get into bed.
i've decided on a pair of ripped up denim shorts, my cropped '1975' sweater and the pair of white converse you gave me for my birthday two years ago.
i'm kinda scared. i haven't been to one of these in awhile. the last time i was out was before winter break. daphne took me out for lunch with the rest of the girls.
i should probably start hanging out with them again. (like outside of school. not during lunch at the caf.) i wonder if they're coming tonight.
it's eight now. i should get going. see you.
(but you probably won't see me cause you don't anymore. haha.)
i'll probably be a mess after tonight just because of you.
i hate you.
Aide
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author's note:
i'm triple updating today because if ur reading this u probably wanna know what's gonna happen at the party. (i mean i would)
xoxo,
daisy
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