Friday, October 25, 2014
Dear Diary,
Right now, we're at the beach and I had to write this down so I would explode. But me and Yas had a fight. She told me that I didn't deserve to be her friend and I asked her why. She said that I was too stupid and ugly and that she was bored with me. Only girls like Sarah Walker was good enough for her and it took me all my might not to throw my cellphone into the ocean.
We exchanged really vile words that would make your eyes shut in a second and right there and then. I wished I could go back in time and reverse everything bad I did to make Yas say those words. I told her that if she didn't want me anymore then I was as good as dead but re-reading over that draft message, I decided not to send it. I didn't want to look so weak.
When I got back to our hotel room, I threw my phone on the bed. My mom happened to be watching television and saw the angry look plastered on my face. She sat up, swinging her legs over the mattress and sat beside me.
"What happened, sweetie?" she asked, I looked at her, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes if I didn't tell her. Like the comforting person she was, she rubbed my back in comforting circles.
"I feel like I messed up, Ma." I sobbed. I hid my eyes in my hands as we sat there, Mom whispering words of comfort and support to me. My mom did love me, she just wanted to pick the appropriate times to show it. But I couldn't say the same for my dad, after he left us.
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