7:30 PM, August 25th, 2008. Massie's Journal
What am I supposed to do when I am mad? I don't know why Mom is so upset that I have been locked in my room for the past three days listening to nothing but sweet, cheesy Jonas Brother love songs and drawing broken hearts all over my notebooks. Am I even mad? I feel numb, actually. Hysterical is a good word. I'll stop with the broken hearts and make a list. I seem to make those a lot, but without them, I think I would get confused.
Massie's Current Feeling List
Mad, Sad, Lonely, Depressed, Unloved, Forgotten, Disrespected, Pissed, Tearful, Miserable, and Exasperated.
What a word. Exasperated. Exasperated. That is exactly how I feel. I mean, can anyone seriously expect me to feel any different? He dumped me! Not even that, because that happens to me all the time, but he CHEATED on me, with my BEST FRIEND. Seriously, us girls all know guys are beyond stupid, but they should all have the common sense that cheating is off limits. And I think it is an instinct to leave best friends out of it! Not only am I mad at Cam, my one true love, but CLAIRE? We have been best friends since 7th grade! Six years! How could she do this? I can't even begin to think about it! Its not like she can pretend she didn't know, like so many stupid blondes do, because she is the one that got me and Cam together in our Sophomore year, and she is the one I am always gushing about to at our weekly sleepovers about how sweet he is, or how cute he is, and how he is the perfect boyfriend. Wait, sorry, I mean, how I so stupidly THOUGHT he was the perfect boyfriend. What a phrase that is. Perfect Boyfriend? Pshh. Let me just say, here on record, that if Cam Fisher is not the perfect boyfriend, then they just don't exist! At least, not in my universe. Derrick Harrington? I will never understand why he is like candy to all the seniors at Westchester High. I mean, he is practically my brother, and SO not boyfriend material. Don't even let me get started on Plovert, Josh, or Kemp. Those guys treat dating like a game. Hello. That is so BOCD days.
Phone's ringing. Dylan of course. I think I will answer it and go eat, since I haven't done that since Friday Night. Here on out, Friday night will be called CCI, Claire-Cam-Incident.
Now, to talk to Dylan.
Love,
Massie
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A/N: This is just a trailer. If I get some good reviews, I will keep going. I am writing this based off something going on with me right now… So a lot of my feelings are going into this story. This part is just a journal entry Massie made, it won't all be in journal format, though I do love to write that. So let me know what you think! ~XO, Laurella