A/N: So...I was reading a series of unfortunate events by Lemony Snickett and his messages for Beatrice are just so...heartfelt. God. It made me feel like how I do when I write this; sad and yet understanding of where the grief is coming from. Or...I'm just weird. Or really deep. Probably the second.

Anyway, next chapter and it's year sixteen. Oh, the tough one. When teens are on their own course trying to find their way in life. All sorts can happen (which I probably don't need to name).

Yay! This means the story's near its end. Which is sad, but great for my tired author brain. I mean I still have two more to finish. One that's been going for over a year (I blame bad schedule management) and another that's just long running. I suggest you check 'em out if you like this one.

Anyway, till next time,

D.L.D

P.s. Thanks for following, favouriting and reviewing! That's kinda the reason why I try to update frequently!

16th Year - Sweet Sixteen, isn't so sweet

Sweet Sixteen, or that's what I'd say if there's anything sweet about it.

Hey mom, sorry I skipped a year. I've been...occupied. I know, I know what's more important than writing to your dead mom? Well, trying not to argue with my dad actually.

Tensions have been really high between us recently and I just don't know what to do. I feel like every time I'm around him, I'm just a reminder of you and not an individual person. Not that he thinks I'm your replacement, but I have my own ideas and dreams! I just don't want to be his little lily pad all the time.

He's just so protective and it pisses me off. Seriously.

Take for example last week. Ava needed some help finding something to buy for her parents' anniversary so I went to the mall with her. I spaced about calling dad cause I know he's usually really chill about stuff like this, and so I helped her find something and headed back home. I then bumped into Chanel and Rachel who made a really big show of something and told me about how I did good managing to catch the hottest guy in school. I immediately shot them down and continued on my way home.

Then I got home, performed my usual routine and then heard a knock at the door. Apparently the rumors were true cause the hottest guy in school (I have erased his name from my brain) kissed me just as dad got out of his car. Oh, it did not end well. I'm still grounded because of that and I didn't even kiss him back! If anything I was trying to get his fat ass off me. I'm pretty sure I was moving like a worm.

I prefer guys who are honest about how they feel and don't try to fuck me when we talk. I mean it's really annoying getting in trouble because of that douche. Anyway, dad's cool about it now cause I told him what happened. Still grounded though... yay!

Anyway, I have one more story for why I'm not too happy with my dad. When he met my boyfriend. Oh, this one will definitely go down in the diary.

So, I met this really nice guy called Ethan. He's straight forward, kind and most importantly doesn't want to fuck me all the time. I mean, I'm still a virgin. We usually just talk and enjoy each other's company on dates, I don't plan on losing what cannot be given back until I'm married. But, there's always the skeptics.

I mean dad wasn't rude or anything, but I could tell he was cautious. I don't blame him because I know about him and Aunt Courtney's toxic relationship and you and Trent's mishap, but there's nothing to fear. I'm not dumb, I'm not naive and I'm not a fucking thot.

No-one needs to worry about me doing whorish acts or having underage anything, cause I'm not worrying about that. But it's not just dad; it's everyone. They're all so patronizing and sometimes I just want to shut them out.

Would you be like this if you were alive? Maybe...but maybe not. I mean, you seemed pretty cool from what I've heard. You'd probably understand.

Well, I'm gonna go drown my problems with music. Hopefully it'll clear my head.

Have a nice eternal rest,

Lilith