Author's Note: I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been very busy with school-related work. I'm not sure whether or not to continue with this. Thanks for the reviews Barbas.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Charmed characters (though I wish I did)

Dear Diary,

I don't know why, but I'm not feeling too good. My head is throbbing and my eye bags are so big they could fit our grocery shopping in, which by the way, I still have to do. Oh help! My life is going so wrong at the moment-my sisters aren't speaking to me, my husband never even sees me anymore, p3 (my club) isn't getting much business, loads of uncompleted housework needs to be done, and to top it all off, I'm not feeling very well.

Number One-Phoebe and Paige. I've upset them both, but I didn't mean to, I just opened my mouth and put my foot in it. For Phoebe, it all started at breakfast-time. She was mooching around, not eating any breakfast and reading her poem to herself. Whenever I tried to persuade her to eat some breakfast, she just looked at me reproachfully and shook her head. I grabbed the piece of paper out of her clutches and read:-

' When I look upon the stars at night,

I wonder, I wish with all my might,

That I will find someone that's true to me,

So I can be happy and as free as can be...'

I thrust it back at her-I'd read enough. "What's all this rubbish?" I screamed at her, totally esperated. I mean, I like guys and all that, and the poem's beautiful, but it just seems so... desperate. She looked at me, half hurt and half angry, and silently walked off. I watched her guiltily and started to say "Phoebe-I", but I got cut off by the sound of a door slam. My eyes filled up with tears-usually at that point Leo comforts me, but he wasn't there.

I rubbed my eyes and wondered where Paige was. Last night she went out to 'Flame' again, despite my pleads not to. Finally she came back, looking ruffled, and when she was taking her bright pink jacket off, I decided to confront her. "Where've you been?" I inquired. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and replied:

"I stayed over at this guy I met's house, not that it's any business of yours" she added.

I may have overreacted a little, but I couldn't believe what my ears were hearing. I was struggling to cope with all my stress, and Paige was still going out every night, acting totally irresponsible.

"What? You stayed out at a stranger's house! He could be a maniac, or a demon or something!"

Paige went as pink as her jacket and retorted "You've had no problem with me doing it before, or Phoebe, or yourself as a matter of fact. What's up with you-you're no fun anymore. At least my guy didn't die years ago. I've had enough, I'm going back out" and with that she went back out of the house, slamming the door behind her. I gritted my teeth-that was a low blow (Leo's an angel, he's at least a hundred years old).

I'm beginning to feel a little better, but my social life is going soaring down. I'm going to have a lie down and see if I feel any better.

Piper

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