Dear Diary,
A lot has happened recently. I've completely forgotten to wrote to you. Finally, after many more mental breakdowns and arguments, me and f.h made up. I was so happy! And, even better, her and one of our old friends, s.l finally made up, after almost a year. Things weren't bad, but they weren't absolutely great.
Have you ever heard of regression to the mean? Basically, things have been alright. And eventually, things are either gonna get really good again, or really bad. I'm kinda scared, but mostly just enjoying it while I can.
M.l, one of f.h's friends since primary, has decided to end our friendship. This was all because of a ripped blazer. That was fixed. I AM sorry, but she's just being so extra. The worst part is, I don't miss her. Not even slightly.
I did race for life,
YOU ARE READING
Dear diary
Non-FictionThis may seem cringe worthy but I need a way to express myself and I think some people might find this interesting.
