The end is the beginning is the end

Finish by reposting my very first entry.

Will

First Entry/Bad Week 09 April 2000
“In the beginning, when we were winning.”
Manic Street Preachers, The Everlasting

OK so last week I had my jacket stolen. My mobile phone was in my jacket. As a student living away from home, this means that if there is am emergency back home no-one can get in touch with me. It was also my favourite jacket that was stolen. Then I got bad news from a friend. Ready to be confused? OK then.

About a year and a half ago, two of my friends started going out with each other (we’ll call them LW and LR). Last week, LW broke up with LR as he was now going out with someone else. LW then got someone who LR does not like to give her her stuff back. She then found out that this friend had known that LW was going to dump her for three days before LW phoned with the bad news. LW and LR work at the same place, which is how I know them. LW’s new girlfriend works there to. The next time that LR was working after the phone call, she started hitting LW and was dragged off by a manager. To make matters even worse, LR is moving to the same department as LW’s new girlfriend. I am going home on Thursday for Easter. Normally I look forward to going home and seeing my family and friends, but this time, for obvious reasons I am not. I should also point out that I am partly responsible for LW and LR getting together in the first place. And I will be expected to take sides which I don’t wanna do.

I’ve been through a lot with them both and don’t want to lose either of them. What do I do? HELP!!

At least my football team are virtually in Europe next season.

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February 6, 2014

Nice way to end it.

February 6, 2014

Nice way to end it.

February 6, 2014

Nice way to end it.

February 6, 2014

Nice way to end it.

February 6, 2014

Nice way to end it.

February 6, 2014

Nice way to end it.

February 6, 2014

Amusingly, my very first entry on Open Diary was a horrible, teen angsty poem: What if I were gone tomorrow? Would anyone weep with pitiful sorrow? Would they notice that I wasn’t there? Would they even really care? Yes, we care. *sniffle*

February 6, 2014

Amusingly, my very first entry on Open Diary was a horrible, teen angsty poem: What if I were gone tomorrow? Would anyone weep with pitiful sorrow? Would they notice that I wasn’t there? Would they even really care? Yes, we care. *sniffle*

February 6, 2014

Amusingly, my very first entry on Open Diary was a horrible, teen angsty poem: What if I were gone tomorrow? Would anyone weep with pitiful sorrow? Would they notice that I wasn’t there? Would they even really care? Yes, we care. *sniffle*

February 6, 2014

Amusingly, my very first entry on Open Diary was a horrible, teen angsty poem: What if I were gone tomorrow? Would anyone weep with pitiful sorrow? Would they notice that I wasn’t there? Would they even really care? Yes, we care. *sniffle*

February 6, 2014

Amusingly, my very first entry on Open Diary was a horrible, teen angsty poem: What if I were gone tomorrow? Would anyone weep with pitiful sorrow? Would they notice that I wasn’t there? Would they even really care? Yes, we care. *sniffle*

February 6, 2014

Amusingly, my very first entry on Open Diary was a horrible, teen angsty poem: What if I were gone tomorrow? Would anyone weep with pitiful sorrow? Would they notice that I wasn’t there? Would they even really care? Yes, we care. *sniffle*