So my week:
Wrote a letter to apologize to the bitch that told the whole world of how many people I’ve been with; she subtweeted and hash tagged it #no.
Wednesday, left with my guy friend to smoke during third and this table of “populars” yelled at him to wrap it.
Dated that guy for three hours; he broke up with me because of my number.
Running late to class and the bitch and her friend coughed *slut* at me who were directly behind me.
Moved out of my friend’s house Thursday and into my grandmas; I think we’re not friends anymore.

Great week, huh.

I was on my period all week and I was apologetic and calm. What the fuck, that’s not right.

I am such an idiot. I keep agreeing and falling for the same shit with these guys. I’m happy, then they make me unhappy and so forth. Why. Must. This. Happen.

I can definitely relate to Maggie on The Carrie Diaries. I think her and I are the same. Very similar. Very, siniliar.

Hm, I need sex.

So I think the letter went rather well. It’s definitely not that awkward as it was before. I still feel out of place though.

i naisip ng pagpapakamatay at pananakit sa sarili, i kailangan lang ng lakas ng loob upang pumunta nakalahad dito.

Echo doesn’t consider me to be her “best friend” anymore.

I literally just broke down.