Dear, Diary
Summary: An entry to Jade West's diary.
Dear, diary,
I've had enough. I am alone and I always will be. This will be my last entry.
My father always gives me the cold shoulder, my mother is forever with her new boyfriend.
My so-called friends (Beck's friends) hate me. And speaking of Beck, I'm losing him, too.
If Beck really loved me and paid attention to me, he would have seen I'm hurting. He would see the more frequent trips to the bathrooms, he would see the dark circles under my eyes, he would see my lack if interest.
If Cat really loved me, she would have left me by now. She wouldn't take my constant shouting. She would see how my patience is thinning with every passing day.
If Robbie ever even liked me, he would listen when I tell him to put the stupid puppet away. He would listen to me when I tell him to ignore his parent's harsh remarks and to live his life how he wants, free of people's hatred. Especially 'Rex's'.
If André ever loved me, he would have told me he did. He wouldn't have acted wonky. What's so wrong with loving Jade West? Is she so disgusting and mean that it's a crime to have feelings for her?
If Tori ever loved me, she wouldn't have tried to steal my boyfriend from me. She would have seen how she was taking everything from me, she would have seen how I hurt when I look at her and see how skinny she is compared to me. She would have seen what her mere existance in Hollywood Arts was doing to me.
But they don't. They don't love me. Not anymore, anyway. And they'll never get the chance to again.
- Jade West
