A/N: Here is a chapter three now, here is a chapter three now, here is a chapter three now and you're not so big!! Ehm, sorry. Theme songs get stuck in one's head so easily. Oh, well. Here it is. No chapter four until I get some reviews!! ^^
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Dear Journal,
Just got off the phone with Kitty. What's wrong with me? I'm obsessed with her. I know it's pathetic, and I know it'd never work out, but I care about her just the same. And the worst part is that I don't know how she feels about me. I'll ask her if she wants to go out, and she doesn't say "yes" or "no". She avoids giving a real answer, and makes excuses and stuff. I wanna know. If she absolutely didn't wanna go out with me, I could get over it, eventually. Maybe. Or maybe not. I've never felt like this before, about anyone. I just don't know anymore.
I need to get a job. Our house is falling apart. Todd steals enough cash to pay the bills and he gets food for everyone but Fred (who gets his own food, one way or another), but he shouldn't do that. I hate the idea behind stealing. I used to do it, but I've... I dunno, I've changed since then. Oh, god, am I growing up?
I remember a couple years ago, I was all proud of the fact that I acted like a 10-year-old. I was all, "I'm never gonna grow up!" I mean, I knew I'd eventually have to get a job and everything, but I figured I'd make a career out of designing video games. That would be cool. But now, everything's so... different. I wanna go to school. I also wanna go to college, but I could never afford it. Maybe I could get a full scholarship. Idoubt it, though.
I wanna be with Kitty. I wanna go to college. And it appears that I can't have either one. Three cheers for maturity, everyone.
--Lance
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Dear Veronica,
I read somewhere that it helps if you give your diary a name, so I'm naming you Veronica. That's a nice name. I like that name. I wish I had that name. Tabitha's an annoying name.
I feel so awful right now. Okay, making myself puke is not only a really gross way to lose weight, it doesn't work. Last week, I was 120. Now I'm 110, and I can't see any sifference. I've still got huge hips and thighs, and a pot belly. Ugh.
Lance is still moping over Kitty. Pietro's still moping over Lance. Well, not moping, perse, but going out of his way to get Lance to notice him. Lance is probably the straightest guy I know. Pietro's wasting his time with this.
I just realized that I have horrible hair. It takes almost a half hour to style it the way I do, otherwise it's like a total frizz-ball. I wear it like this every day, and I can almost HEAR girls whispering, "What's up with that fat girl, Tabitha? She wears her hair like that, like, all the time. Doesn't she know how to do anything else with it?" And so on. I don't like the idea of girls whispering about me behind my back. Leaving little notes in my locker calling me a slut are obnoxious enough. I don't get it. I flirt just as much as they do, and it's not like I sleep around. I'm still a virgin. Well, unless you count... but I don't. Happened a long time ago, it won't happen anymore, I can forget about it now. Oh, well. Once I lose some weight and learn to style my hair some other way, maybe they'll start treating me like a person instead of an enemy.
xoxo
Tabitha
xoxo
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Dear Journal,
Just got off the phone with Kitty. What's wrong with me? I'm obsessed with her. I know it's pathetic, and I know it'd never work out, but I care about her just the same. And the worst part is that I don't know how she feels about me. I'll ask her if she wants to go out, and she doesn't say "yes" or "no". She avoids giving a real answer, and makes excuses and stuff. I wanna know. If she absolutely didn't wanna go out with me, I could get over it, eventually. Maybe. Or maybe not. I've never felt like this before, about anyone. I just don't know anymore.
I need to get a job. Our house is falling apart. Todd steals enough cash to pay the bills and he gets food for everyone but Fred (who gets his own food, one way or another), but he shouldn't do that. I hate the idea behind stealing. I used to do it, but I've... I dunno, I've changed since then. Oh, god, am I growing up?
I remember a couple years ago, I was all proud of the fact that I acted like a 10-year-old. I was all, "I'm never gonna grow up!" I mean, I knew I'd eventually have to get a job and everything, but I figured I'd make a career out of designing video games. That would be cool. But now, everything's so... different. I wanna go to school. I also wanna go to college, but I could never afford it. Maybe I could get a full scholarship. Idoubt it, though.
I wanna be with Kitty. I wanna go to college. And it appears that I can't have either one. Three cheers for maturity, everyone.
--Lance
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Dear Veronica,
I read somewhere that it helps if you give your diary a name, so I'm naming you Veronica. That's a nice name. I like that name. I wish I had that name. Tabitha's an annoying name.
I feel so awful right now. Okay, making myself puke is not only a really gross way to lose weight, it doesn't work. Last week, I was 120. Now I'm 110, and I can't see any sifference. I've still got huge hips and thighs, and a pot belly. Ugh.
Lance is still moping over Kitty. Pietro's still moping over Lance. Well, not moping, perse, but going out of his way to get Lance to notice him. Lance is probably the straightest guy I know. Pietro's wasting his time with this.
I just realized that I have horrible hair. It takes almost a half hour to style it the way I do, otherwise it's like a total frizz-ball. I wear it like this every day, and I can almost HEAR girls whispering, "What's up with that fat girl, Tabitha? She wears her hair like that, like, all the time. Doesn't she know how to do anything else with it?" And so on. I don't like the idea of girls whispering about me behind my back. Leaving little notes in my locker calling me a slut are obnoxious enough. I don't get it. I flirt just as much as they do, and it's not like I sleep around. I'm still a virgin. Well, unless you count... but I don't. Happened a long time ago, it won't happen anymore, I can forget about it now. Oh, well. Once I lose some weight and learn to style my hair some other way, maybe they'll start treating me like a person instead of an enemy.
xoxo
Tabitha
xoxo
