dear diary

i can get angry. i can get mad. i can feel like throwing plates, and chucking glasses, and slamming doors...

i have this anger throbbing my head, making me hurt, and this pain in my chest, the sadness refusing to escape.

i just... i hate this.

i hate that i can't trust the person whom i want to trust.

i hate that i want to hold onto that weird perspective of my friend- that i believe the gossip over her word.

but she lies

and she ignores

and she's freakin' selfish

how long do i put up with it? it's been years, and i feel like crying, and dying, and calling quits on all friendships.

it's too much work.

but my head hurts, and there's a lump in my throat, and my eyes are screaming for the sadness to leave.

and it won't.

stubborn pride of mine. i hate it.

with much love,

leanne