Dear smiling pile of poo,
We had a fight last night I'm still sad.
It's April 5, 2014 at 4:24PM. I'm sorry I haven't written you in forever. But I've talked to you, so you kinda already know how my week was. Plus, my hands are killing me so this will be quick.
I'll tell you a bit about yesterday because we didn't really talk about it.
So, yesterday was probably the best day of my entire life so far. It was "Alumni Night" at my school where all the old graduates come back and play basketball and stuff. But first, at school, this guy came in to talk about his son who died of a drug overdose, which I told you. He said really sad things like "I used to spend nights holding his head over the toilet because he was throwing up from relapsing." I bawled my eyes out and it was my friend's birthday so after, a group of us went to get pizza. Me, Amanda S, Jason, Elizabeth, Haleigh, Sam, and Amanda R (which you know. Ugh.) All of us had been crying, so it was really quiet and depressing at first. Then, things turned around and we had fun. We got to the school later on and I was working at first - concession stand and giving tours - but eventually, there was no work left to do and I got to hang out for awhile. That's where Amanda and I had a fight so I was with Amanda S and Haleigh. Throughout the night, they started to ignore me because their guy friends came along, so I decided to hang out with my friend Melissa, who is a cheerleader. She dragged me by Alex and made us sit together while she cheered. It was awkward at first, but then we took like a billion pictures together and talked about random stuff and it was honestly really fun. He even asked me on a date. It was really, really fun.
I'm gonna watch Divergent on my tablet later. You're out right now and I'm really bored. Oh yeah, people in my town got stabbed today. Okay, bye.
Love,
Adrianna <3
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