Best Fake Friend.

Dear Diary,
I'm storm and I've just turned sixteen. I'm in love with my best-friend Blake. I don't know what to do. His girlfriend is the definition of S.L.U.T. She constantly starts her crap with me. I just don't understand what he sees in her. I wish, just wish he could be mine.


14. Sorry, Goodbye...

Dear Blake,

I cannot handle this much longer. My baby is gone and I'm going insane. I want you to read my diary and know what's happened. I'm leaving and not coming back. Take care of Billie and make sure, when she's fifteen, to let her do as she pleases. 

I'm mental, and crazy and she doesn't need a SLUT like me. 


p.s The red man is always watching.

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