Surprisingly enough, today has actually been a good day. I stood up for myself, got a good grade on my model/report, and got to have a long and nice conversation with my boo.
I heard my ex-best friend talking shit about a girl I used to be friends with. These are the exact words I told her:
"Why are you saying all these things about your "friend"? And don't deny it because you always hang out with her. If you are just going to talk shit behind her back and how terrible she is, tell her your not her friend already. I have no problem with you being friends with her, but don't lie to her or me about it. Make up your decision and choose if you're friends or not. Nobody likes someone who's fake."
I feel proud of myself for it because she called me ugly and fat numerous times to my boyfriend. Now, how stupid is that? He's my boyfriend. It's obvious he's going to tell me.
My report thing isn't very important so I'll skip it.
My boyfriend is such an amazing person. We have can go from random topics and still keep the conversation going. Our topics today were pyscho girls back in Las Vegas (where he used to live), him having to go to his father's this weekend, social anxiety, etc. He makes me so fucking happy. He's honestly the reason why I'm still here.
It's getting late so I better get going. I'll try my best to write tomorrow, but I'm not promising anything. Love you all. Bye bye. c;
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