The horrible memory of what happened to me when I was 7 won't get out of my head. All I think about now is that, or you. I hate this. Why did she have to do that to me? I swear, Amanda is gonna pay for that, and what she did to me last year. She's such a whore.
I don't want to goto the wedding, but I'm going to anyways. Mandy talked me into it...I guess. I was just getting annoyed of them saying 'Come on, it'll be fun, blah blah blah', so, I said I would go.
I hope someone calls or something. I really don't wanna be stuck there all alone just watching everyone eat, talk, and do stuff with out me. I can already see it, me in the corner. Afraid, just thinking what I could be doing with you instead. God, I wish I were with you, I wish I could be with you. I hope tomorrow we can do something, I really do. Not seeing you a day makes me feel horrible.
I'm not gonna write much, I'm afraid someone will walk in and read this.
I just did it 3 times, no one will notice. Right? I don't think so.
-take care of yourself, what ever happened, its not your fault. Remember that!
-much ado.