Dear Diary,
I can't believe it's been two weeks since it all finished - it's still burnt into my memory as clear as if it was still happening. Everyone around me is tiptoeing as if I've just found out I have some terminal disease and it's not something they talk about. Goddammit, I fucking hate JD, yet, there's a tiny little part of me that loves the memories I have of being, secretly, the wildest girl in school, playing strip croquet and getting cherry slushies. I know he was just the worst influence I've ever been influenced by, but was he really that much worse than Heather Chandler? I mean, she intimidated and bullied pretty much everyone in Westerburg that didn't want to sleep with her or didn't have a face as pretty as hers. She was the dominating force in high school, yet most students hated her. She was popular, but no one was quite sure how. Every girl wanted to be her, yet no one had the courage to befriend her as they knew she'd just humiliate her in front of the whole school, like she had done on so many occasions. Together JD and I let the whole school breathe a collective sigh of relief as we ridded them of the Wicked Witch of Westerburg. I knew they were secretly as happy as I was that she was out of our lives, undoubtedly troubling some poor soul in hell. Yes, I'm positive she's in hell. JD was the only guy that made me really happy, the only guy I actually wanted to be with, rather than anyone I was with because of the Heathers. But, dammit, he lied to me so many fucking times. It's because of him Kurt and Ram are dead- yes, I WANTED Heather dead, but I just wanted to embarrass those two dickheads and it's because of him that we killed them. I believed him about those "Ich Louge" bullets.. or maybe I just wanted to believe him. Goddammit, I just hope I have cool guys like him out of my life.
Veronica.
I can't believe it's been two weeks since it all finished - it's still burnt into my memory as clear as if it was still happening. Everyone around me is tiptoeing as if I've just found out I have some terminal disease and it's not something they talk about. Goddammit, I fucking hate JD, yet, there's a tiny little part of me that loves the memories I have of being, secretly, the wildest girl in school, playing strip croquet and getting cherry slushies. I know he was just the worst influence I've ever been influenced by, but was he really that much worse than Heather Chandler? I mean, she intimidated and bullied pretty much everyone in Westerburg that didn't want to sleep with her or didn't have a face as pretty as hers. She was the dominating force in high school, yet most students hated her. She was popular, but no one was quite sure how. Every girl wanted to be her, yet no one had the courage to befriend her as they knew she'd just humiliate her in front of the whole school, like she had done on so many occasions. Together JD and I let the whole school breathe a collective sigh of relief as we ridded them of the Wicked Witch of Westerburg. I knew they were secretly as happy as I was that she was out of our lives, undoubtedly troubling some poor soul in hell. Yes, I'm positive she's in hell. JD was the only guy that made me really happy, the only guy I actually wanted to be with, rather than anyone I was with because of the Heathers. But, dammit, he lied to me so many fucking times. It's because of him Kurt and Ram are dead- yes, I WANTED Heather dead, but I just wanted to embarrass those two dickheads and it's because of him that we killed them. I believed him about those "Ich Louge" bullets.. or maybe I just wanted to believe him. Goddammit, I just hope I have cool guys like him out of my life.
Veronica.
