my friends and their soap opera lives

2nd entry of the day

i just feel like i should be writing.

about 4 conversations with upset friends today.

3 at school then had a massive arguement with a close mate

(jokey at first but got serious)

then i come online and my sweet sweet mish tells me her parents have been in a plane crash

why does everything happen to my friends?

why cant i lead a normal, simple life?

i mean, i love having my friends able to talk to me, i like to give them advice…

i wouldnt have it any other way.

i just…want my friends to be

happy.

i have no real problems of my own to bother about.

i mean me and dad are back to hating each other after about 2 days of semi-acting-civilisedness

and gdads cancer making him ill

and he and nan on that side were taken into hosp with bronchitus btu they’re ok now…sortve

my only worries about myself are

my detest of 6th form

and my weight

so why am i cutting?

i dont wanna go back to my old ways.

back to being the happy though slightly moody sometimes girl at school for now eh?

i’ll cope.

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a friend from school now knows about this diary

*waves to Phil*

I’m trusting you, remember that.

trying not to think about your reaction as i type…

wanna be honest lol

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Mish, hope you’re ok…

i love you so much

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Henry…gotta mention you…

you rule…coz…you iz…ard…yuh, lol

the only people who read my diary and talk to me…

only Phil knows my friends and lives anywhere near me though…

*worrying now* lol

. o O ( please don’t tell anyone anything Philly )

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Purple Eyeshadow xx