Wow!

Dear Diary,

I never realized until now how long it’s been since I’ve written.  Today is my birthday and it hasn’t been the greatest.  Lately, I got to my boyfriend Ryan’s house and I go in his mom’s bedroom to find him smoking and there was stuff all over the floor.  It like like there was a fight or someone threw things around.  Right away I regretting going there, and probably figured to come back another night.  Ryan had been drinking, and the last image I see is him standing in the way of the car holding a wine glass and me trying to push past him.  It was very upsetting and I don’t deserve him treating me badly on my special day, so I left.  Now I’m at the library checking email.