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Dear Diary

We
Are
SIX...............

~Anne Boleyn ~

Dear Diary,
Go fuck your self.

My name is Anne, I'm a boring 17 year old white girl. I go to a boring high-school. I'm not special. Yippee.

I keep losing my temper.

I don't want to, but it just spills out.

Henry Percy.

He lives down the street. He's wired, but cute.

My best friend is Catherine Parr. She's dating Goldin boy Henry Tudor.

Anyway. My mom died last spring, now everything is different.

Dear Diary,
When dose this git easier.

It's probably just puberty, but it think there's something wrong with me.

Maybe I'm different, but everyone feels like a freak sometimes.

I guess.

Dear Diary,

What the hell is wrong with me.

I don't think I can figure It out.

Being with Henry Percy felt right, like it was the only normal thing in my life.

It was OK, then it wasn't.

I liked him, or at least thought i did.

we... split up.  

Dear diary,

I couldn't find my diary so I'm writing this on both of my kung-fu panda 2 dvds.

Dear diary,

Sorry I got sad so I smoked some weed last night.

Guess I'm a lightweight.

Dear Diary,

Why doesn't this just happen to someone else for a change?

Why can't someone else be the freak?

The weirdo?

The Thorn on the rose? 

Can someone just point me in the right direction.

Cathy invited me to some party tonight.

Mabey I can just drink and smoke my problems away tonight.

Dear Diary,

I fucked up.

I kissed her, then I got scared and ran.

It just felt right in the moment.

I mean, we were just talking and she was all like "Henry and I are a bit on the rocks right now."

So then I was like  "what happened?" All high and drunk and in need of just, someone.

Then she said Henry was getting angry and stuff so I said "OK just let me know if something happens." I reached out and cupped her check.

She smiled slightly and rested a light grip on my wrist. She said "I will." 

I just stared into her eyes for a moment. Taking everything in.

The soft blanket under us.

The music from the party that was muffled and quite in the bedroom we found refuge in.

Then I did it.

I kissed her