A\N: AND YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OVER!! HAHAHA! No, there are still THREE more books in the Dear Diary series. Book one, which you just read, was called "Ps I love you." This next book, the second one, is called "Stuck In A Fairytale." Enjoy and tell me what you think!

Chapter 1

Wednesday, September 30

6:18 pm

Dear Diary,

Hi. I'm back. Jason noticed that you were gone, so he dug through the trash (which, oddly enough, no one has taken out in a week) and then told me that "I had to write in you a lot or he would send me back to Dr. Bob, AKA the hobo therapist from hell." And that was NOT going to happen.

So, here I am.

Oh, and sorry you're kinda dampish right now. I Lysoled you.

9:55 pm

I've noticed that my shoes like to untie themselves a lot. Damn tennis shoes and their damn self-untying laces.

9:56 pm

I just used 'damn' twice in that last sentence. No 'f' words. Hell, I haven't even said fuck in the past week, now that I think about it.

Wait, I just did.

Wait a sec, maybe Jason was right… maybe you really do help me become less of an angry person…?

9:58 pm

No, no, no that's bullshit.

10:02 pm

YOU KNOW WHAT'S ALSO BULL SHIT?!

This is the last Wednesday of summer.

Yes, school starts back up October 6.

I know, that seems kinda late, but some douche bag (hero) decided to burn down the school in July and so no school until they found a replacement building. Which I hear is pretty damn ghetto.

10:04 pm

And it's in the EAST side of the town. That's the ghetto side. People get shot there. The west side is where all the classy people are.

10:11 pm

Jason is crazy.

He made me pasta for dinner, and it didn't have enough Parmesan cheese on it, so I put some more on and he goes, "NOOO!!! WE NEED TO SAVE THAT!"

I said, "Jason, chill out."

"We don't have any more after that."

"Well then go to the store and buy some. Goddamn, we're not on food ration. We're not in the Holocaust, dumbass."

And then I poured a whole fuck load of cheese on my pasta just to get back at him.

And my plan would have worked really well if my pasta wasn't now over-cheesed. Now it's nasty.

And for some reason, cold and soggy.

10:17 pm

Went into the kitchen to heat up my pasta in the microwave (which Shane is convinced is magic when he's high) and right when I walked in, Jason said to me, and I quote, "Hey, girl, hey!"

Uhh, okay, Tyra.

And then before I left, I took more cheese.

10:23 pm

Becca just came into my room, looking like she had just cried, and then ate all my pasta. Bitch.

Thirty seconds later

Wait a second. I should show compassion and understanding. Becca was obviously crying and I called her a bitch. Whoops, I better go apologize.

10:24 pm

See, that was me trying to be a better, more nicer person.

Damn, what has gotten into me?

Perhaps I'm coming down with the flu or pneumonia or flesh-eating bacteria.

Thursday, September 31

2:11 pm

Slept in Becca's room last night. She was all sniffly and crying and snot was running out of her nose. It was rather unattractive, but I guess it doesn't matter since she's now boyfriend-less.

Yes, her boyfriend of five years just broke up with her cause she moved across the world and he couldn't handle that.

So, I slept in her bed with her last night cause she just kept carrying on and on about how much of a dickhole he was, and OF COURSE I was the one who just HAD to listen.

When it got to three in the morning, I just fell asleep in the middle of what she was ranting on about. Sure, it was kinda a douche-ish thing to do in her time of need, but I was tired. And it goes me first, others second.

2:14 pm

Jason just informed me that it is indeed the other way around.

Well, I'm just a failure, aren't I?

5:53 pm

Whitney invited me over to her house for dinner and sleepover. I'm excited! Finally, someone realised that all I've been doing for the past week was sitting in my room, all alone, reading Wizards of Waverly Place fanfiction!

And I'm serious about the fanfiction thing. That's how bored I've been.

5:57 pm

I just threw up a McDonald's mighty kids meal with McNuggets and a McFlurry and McFrenchFries and a McDietCoke and now I have some McHeartburn.

McNasty.

5:58 pm

Going over to Whitney's now.

6:05 pm

Shane drove me over to Whitney's. He drove me, high, like always, and he just crashed into a tree in the front lawn of Whitney's mean, republican neighbours. And I think they're dentists. So that makes them extra mean. They are NOT happy with him right now.

6:09 pm

"Tell your trees not to get so close to my car next time, okay, poop faces?!" – Shane.

Right after he said that, he got back into his now-totaled car and drove off all quick like, swirving on the road into all of the other lanes. And I think the evil dentists just called the cops on him.

6:13 pm

I just watched my brother get arrested. Cool.

6:14 pm

Wait a second, that's not cool.

6:28 pm

Whitney is teaching me the dance to "Fergalicious" that she made up.

6:29 pm

What's Fergie's last name?

Ten seconds later

I think it's Ferg.

6:32 pm

Bwaha.

I just now remembered that Whitney and I spoofed this song in seventh grade when it came out. We made a song called "Giraffealicious." We had a dance and everything. I started doing the Giraffealicious dance instead of the one she's trying to teach me.

8:26 pm

We just painted each other's nails! How adorable!

9:50 pm

Sitting here thinking.

Whitney pushed me into mud, so I called her a fat bitch and I pushed her into some mud. Then we had to both go take showers. Well, I used her parent's shower and I saw a scale in there. So to settle my curiosity, I weighed myself.

I weigh almost one-hundred sixty pounds.

I feel like such a fat ass.

I just said to myself, "Hey, maybe being bulimic won't be so bad."

Fuck my life.

10:47 pm

Shane just called me cause he wants me to bail him out of jail. I said, "Call Jason." He said, "DON'T HANG UP, I ONLY GET ONE PHONE CALL!" But too bad so sad, I hung up.

Oh well. A night in jail might just be the remedy he needs.

10:58 pm

Reminicing on memories and listening to some old CDs we found.

We're listening to Aaron Carter.

I'm pretty sure every little kid had that CD in like third grade.

Now he's all old and crusty.