Dear Diary,
My life is spiralling downward. I couldn't get enough money to go to the blood blood romance and suffocate me dry concert. It sucks cuz they play some of my favorite songs like stab my heart because i love you, and rip apart my soul, and of course stabby rip stab stab! and it doesn't help that i couldn't get my hair into that flippy thingy like that guy from that band kadoo. *sigh* some days...
My life is just a black abyss. You know, so dark.. and it's suffocating me; grabbing a hold of me and tightening it's grip... tighter than a pair of my little sister's jeans (which look great on me by the way). My parents don't get me, you know, they think i'm gay just because they saw me kiss a guy.. well, a couple guys. But i mean, it's the two thousands. Can't two, or four dudes make out without being gay? I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways. I don't know diary, sometimes i think you're the only one that gets me. You're my best friend. <3