5:17 p.m. - May 07, 2002
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I'm done. So fucking done, my friends.Heather is driving me nuts.
First she likes Josh. Okay. I was like "whatever" at first. Now she likes Ian. And I'm starting to get annoyed. He made her feel special for like two seconds and now she's like "Ohhh, Ian", after a long time of thinking "Nope." when Molly liked him. Which she still does. She even said, "I think I just have a pattern of liking your friends because it's funny." Hey, while you're at it, why don't you go like Henry. Hey, maybe she could like Danny while she's at it. She's going in reverse special-to-Erin order, starting with Josh, then Ian, Danny is at the top of the list as far as my guy friends go. Why the hell not.
I'm becoming irritated.
I also tried the heartfelt "Hey we're best friends I love you" approach to get her to stop fucking herself up when she tried to stab herself in the stomach. And she just said. "yeah"..."so my mom hid the rest of the knives what the hell thats gay"
So irritating.
So from now on, when she does try to tell me "oh I'm cutting myself right now, oh I'm giving myself a tattoo right now." I'm just going to tell her, "oh really? thats cool." I'm done.
I'm in a horribly irritatble mood. Mainly because of Heather. And Henry. God damn Henry. I fucking LIKE YOU. Wake up, you jackass. He thinks no one likes him, blah blah blah. And he tells me about it! And it's frustrating because, hello, hello, I like you. I don't know whether he's braindead, he just doesn't like me like that period, whether I'm way out in left field thinking that I might have a chance. What the hell is going on.
So fucking done.
(look at all those stars, look at how god damn ugly the stars are)