Dear Diary,
I know that I don't usually write two entries in one day, and I'm sorry if it's overwhelming. But guess what. Maybe loving someone who doesn't know you is better, because it hurts more if it's someone that you truly know and care about breaks your heart.
I don't know what to do anymore. I didn't kiss him today. And I caught him cheating on our anniversary. I am currently a mess, parked outside his house because my hands are too shaky for me to drive. And by the time I finish writing this, the letters will most likely be blurred out by my tears.
He was definitely way beyond the level of kissing with that slut. I have a key to his house, so I could just walk in. I walked in and there they were, naked to the point to be considered those freaking Egyptian cats with no hair!
Was I not pretty enough for him, or was he just attempting to get in my pants. I don't know, I just, I'm ending it here.
Bye diary.
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Mystery is upset, confused, angry and too upset to even look at anything. Yet she still forces herself to drive, when she's sees a fully dressed and apologetic EX boyfriend run out of his house to try and recreate his innocence and make it seem like he hadn't mercilessly cheated with a random hoe on their anniversary. she drives away way past the speed limit, luckily she's slick enough to not get caught.
She stops her car in an alley. A deserted one that she comes to when she's feeling sad. She plays some music so loud that it shakes her whole jeep. Singing like she's drunk. And not noticing the exceptionally handsome boy in distress putting all of his effort into banging on her window.
His knock noises increase after about three minutes as she turns down the music. A large group of girls turns around the corner. His eyes widen. Mystery has progressed from stage one: sadness and useless confusion. To step two: irritated as hell.
She unlocks the door, nodding for him to get inside, he does this obediently and with no hesitation. She then gets out herself to tell the group of girls to scat. Which they do considering how pissed she looks.
She gets in the car and locks the door. "What's up with them." She grabs her phone that reads six missed calls from "the Vickster".
Misty: Hey.
Vickster: HEYMEANDJAMIEANDSOPHIAJUSTSAWTHATOURGUYRANAWAY-
Misty: Hey could you let me know later. I'm in a situation right now.
She then hung up without getting a response.
"So, who are you and where do you need to go.."
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