A/N- Hey! I know I haven't updated Almonds and Ready Meals, but I'm currently fighting with the next chapter but it just isn't playing ball. I wrote this in about a week and a half, and there are nine more chapters sitting on my notebook waiting to be typed up. It's actually finished! They'll get done eventually, but I will definitely be persuaded to type them faster the more you lot review. I hope you like this, it's my favourite story that I've written so far. It's written as a diary from Tosh's point of view, and is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

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Dear Diary? That sounds pathetic. Dear Kitty? That's just copying Anne Frank. Mr Ted? That'll do.

Dear Mr Ted,

I know that I put you up in the loft 7 years ago and you haven't seen the light of day since, but there is no way that I'm writing a diary to no one. So I'm writing to you, Mr Ted, because you were there for me to cuddle since I was three.

A lot has been happening since I last saw you. For example, I grew breasts. This may be a bit of a shock to you, been as you are a teddy. I also moved to 'big school', moved to college, cut my hair off and found a best friend.

But moving to big school started a lot of responsibilities. Like homework. And fitting in. And boyfriends. Sad to say none of this stopped at college.

The first one is a big problem at the moment. I have an English essay about Macbeth in for tomorrow, which at the minute is around a paragraph long. I also have a pile of algebra which is 8 questions long, with 7 sub questions within it. It always annoys me when they do that, because they're basically tricking you. You think "Oh, it's only eight questions, it won't take that long." Three hours later, you're still sitting there because there are actually 56 of them. Thanks, Mrs Smith. I do actually have a life that doesn't involve maths homework, even if I am good at it.

And fitting in, I gave up on that years ago. Most of the of the other girls are blond with legs so long that they reach their armpits, and I haven't grown since year 5. But to be honest, that's the way I like it. I wouldn't want to be a clone of Miley Cyrus, or Hannah Montana, or whatever her name is. Disney channel pisses me off. It's all teenagers with unnaturally white teeth that look like they grew up in the developing world. What's so attractive about that? And the boys, Zac Efron for example. What the hell? I would actually like a man that doesn't look more girly than me, thank you very much.

Talking about men brings me to boyfriends. And friends, of that matter. My group is basically misfits, and I love it. My best friend happens to be Jack. He's gorgeous, with brown hair, blue eyes and a laugh that lights up the room. I swear, ten minutes on the phone with him and I'm out of the mood that threatened the house to crack open from the thunder and lightning.

Spots. Spots is the other bain of my life. I usually don't get many, but when I do there in a really obvious place. Like on the end of my nose, or in between my eyebrows. So that it isn't covered by my fringe. There that big that there threatening to take over my face, or a small country if there really big. It's not fair. It'd much rather have smaller ones but more of them, because they can be covered up. If I try to cover these up, it looks like I'm growing a second head. Not an attractive look.

Boyfriends. Now, boyfriends are a sore subject. My love life has been none existent since Alex. Now Alex was pretty short, only a couple of inches taller than me, and had black hair and wore contacts that made his eyes look like cat eyes. I really liked him, until her tried to rape me behind the science lab. My mum said that it was my own fault because he was three years older than me. Thanks, mum.

The Alex Incident was two years ago, and no one has even shown

even an inkling of interest since then. Not one flirty glance. Thanks, men of Wales.

So, Mr Ted, there are a lot of things wrong with my life. Macbeth is calling me from across the room, a spot on my face is trying to take over France, and one more thing.

I'm in love with my best friend. My very gay best friend. My very gay best friend that that I've known for four years. My very gay best friend that I've known for four years that I went to after The Alex Incident and cried all over his best shirt. He fed me chocolate and we watched Rom-Com's for eleven hours straight until we fell asleep on each other.

My life is fucked, Mr Ted.

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