More conflicts but I’m learning to ignore them now. Chris and Matt and Sonja, then Matt and Sonja and Paul…then there’s little old me.
Sonja’s a liar. She keeps on lying. Quite the compulsive liar.
Romance is never, but that really isn’t getting me down (at least on the surface). Remorse and disappointment, they’re on the bottom of my soul. They will stay there, at least for now.
I don’t know who I am.
I think Frank might like me. He asked if he could fuck me, or should I say he volunteered to aid me in losing my virginity. He’s very interesting. If I could just go out with him and expand on what we have now, things would be wonderful. But I don’t know.
Sonja just makes me feel lonely. She talked to Eric, and he asked her over because it was a beautiful night and such.He’s exactly the kind of guy I want – he thinks the same way I do. In fact, I was just thinking about how I’d love to spend the night out with someone. She’s so fucking lucky. So lucky.
How useless life seems to be at times. How nice it will be when I can finally stop searching for that matching soul.
C’est tres bete. Je suis tres mauvaise et tres melencholique.
BOOOOOOOO BOOOOOOOOO
just ignore me... 
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