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NEW POST from Crazy. Betty .Page*___________________________________________ 14:38 hs

Location: A bedroom between hell and paradise

Mood: Confused

Music: My mind running on my mind.

I'm destined to die.

Really. If only for my incredible stupidness.

I slept with HIM. The one I have being avoiding the whole time since I started here? Well, the same. And the worst part? It was amazing, by far the best. I'm afraid I'm going to become one of those old ladies that had seen something paranormal on their youths, and after that can never forget it and are always talking about that. But with sex. That's how good he was. I'm going to compare every single boy I'll have after this with him. And I'm going to feel more than frustrated when I won´t find someone like him.

He is the best. Really, no one can be more perfect than him, because that would be illegal in so many countries and practically unfair. H is like a demigod. Anyone better than him, it's Paris –not Hilton, not the Greek boy, but the one that started the Troy's War- or someone like him. Which means that it's impossible.

So I still need a boyfriend. So I won´t obsess over him.

I don´t like the way he makes me feel.

It's like………… have you ever read a Harlequin Novel? Well, it was like that. That stupid feeling of… perfection, of peace in the world, of no troubles… Like completely relaxation and ecstasies.

Fuck… I'm stupid, am I not?

He can be sweet and nice and a gentleman and all that, bringing me ice, putting the cold wrap on my feet… and then he can be a tiger, full of lust, passion, sexiness… And the second after? He's a complete bastard, angry, ironic, almost cruel. Then he's back to be kind and sexy. But in the end he's again a bastard.

Either he has bipolar disorder, or I don´t know what.

I'm getting crazy here.

But… Not everything is bad in my life.

It seems J and I have the same exact tastes in a lot of things, like football or cars. And ice-cream.

He came today to see T today, but since he was out with his girl, and the other three were out doing god knows what, he decided to tag along with me while I watched The Office at the same time I wrote about yesterday's gig.

J is really funny, and smart and nice. We laughed a lot, inventing our own jokes about the show and all, just fooling around. I took the advantage of the situation and even asked him some things about his friends to put in the book, and, after answering, he asked about it, about the book. How did I work on it, who helped me, why was I not taking interviews the whole time… That kind of things. He's more curios than myself, and that's saying a lot.

Oh, and M came back today! I'm starting to really like this girl. She's cool; I can see why she married him. We decided to try some cultural bonding this time, and went to the wide world of Liverpool's center, laughing our asses off as we shared what each other and our countries thought about stupid things. Like, this slutty girl in a mini skirt flirting with almost everyone in the ice-cream parlor, M told me in Argentina would call her a trola. It sounds funny, and it means practically the same than slut or whore. Or, this really hot blonde boy standing by the bookstore, she said he was a papuso. I really like Spanish, and I learned it in school, but they don´t teach you the good things there, like this words. No, it has to be all prime and proper in school.

I know I wasn´t supposed to be walking (I didn´t even have my crutches with me), but try to stay four days in bed, having everyone treating you like a cripple and going so far as to feeding you. I needed to walk!

The past four days, I lived in Mike's room (fine, I stole it). And H was one of the best companions I had, especially because he made me forget I wasn´t able to moved my feet. But at the same, one of the worst, because he was bipolar, and all.

NOTE TO SELF:

Ask someone if he's in medication. I heard they're suicidal….

So, yesterday, H took me to the doctor again. As I expected, it wasn´t such a great deal. Andrew looked at me, then at my feet, back at me, and then at H. "She's been walking." He said. How did he know?!!! Really, how?!

It didn´t look worst than before to me!

So he ordered to stop using my foot completely, and told H to make sure I didn´t walk, not even to go to the bathroom. I glared at them, and I announced I was going to walk as much as I wanted, ready to do just that. But they laughed.

Can you believe it? Laughed. Where the hell are the gentlemen, huh? Because I don´t see them anywhere.

So, you know I didn´t do what Andrew told me. But what he (and H, and everyone else) doesn't know, won´t hurt him, right?

Good bye!

Kisses from

A bored TNA

Hello again! Hopefully you hadn´t forgotten all about me, right? I've been trying to post this the entire week, and last week too, but I wasn´t able to log in TT Stupid Fanfiction didn´t want me to update this. So, tell me if you like or not, and I know it's short, so, sorry. Next chapter tomorrow, probably, if I don´t find the perfect name for a new story I'm writting to post it.

Love!!!!

XOXO

Odd.