Diary of a Guitarist

Diary of a Guitarist

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book TWO (READ BOOK ONE FIRST IF YOU HAVE NOT) I will fully admit this is a diary. There is no way I will fight it.I'm here to talk about my feelings, my thoughts, my crushes..And I'm totally okay with it. I have no shame at all.I'm okay with the fact that the cover is a bright purple with curly letters that read 'diary' I'm also okay with the fact that it lights up when you press a button.Its pretty god damn cool. But what has been lurking in my mind recently is a boy. a certain curly headed boy..I'm sure you know him, he knows the diary world quite well.. Matter of fact- I've read his diary. I only know a bit though, he hates my ex Amanda, he hates me, but adores me at the same time, hes highly afraid of michael clifford for some unknown reason... Oh, and, he'd do anything to date me. Fabulous..
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I had always thought highly of myself. I always made good grades, always the good child. Mom let me stay out past 3 because she knew that I was making "good choices". Well they used to be "good choices" till I was in my senior year of College. When you see 'Mean Girls', it is nothing compared to what I go through. I did things. Things that my mother wouldn't think would be "good choices". I then met the lovable Ashton Irwin. I looked down at his wrists... cutting scars. I looked at my wrists... fresh cuts. I looked up at his concerned face. "I guess I need to be your broken bandage." "YOU JUST HAVE TO PUSH EVERYONE AWAY FROM YOU, PRIMROSE! INCLUDING ME! IF you just were going to let dangle by a string then cut me off... you could've let me hold the scissors." I sniffed into the camera, "Goodbye world. It was nice knowing ya." I turned off the camera and looked at the pills in my hands. Goodbye Ashton. I never wanted to push you away.

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