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Dear Diary, Tonight was… unexpected… and it was… Perfect. Well, no, not perfect. Perfect would have involved at least partial nudity. I have a huge chemistry test in two days. I had to study. Really study. No procrastination. No loud … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, I had one of those dreams last night… the ones where you wake up with your heart pounding because you don’t know what’s real. But it only took me a minute to come back down to earth… because … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, Jules and I skipped our usual walk to Preston Hall for dinner tonight and went out instead. We needed a break. No Hannah. No interruptions. Just us… acting like teenagers talking about boys and laughing our asses off. … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, I hate being sick. But I kind of like spending the night at the infirmary. It’s so quiet… and someone brings me soup. I don’t even have to get out of bed… which works for me right now … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, I can’t stand being around Hannah any more. I just can’t. When I met her and Jules freshman year, she was different. Or maybe she wasn’t and I just hadn’t seen the real Hannah yet… She has always … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, The Saturday morning after girls’ night is never good. It’s after eleven o’clock and I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet. My head feels like it’s been in a blender. Oh… the damn blender. I’ve got to … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, I really need to get a grip or I’m going to fail Chemistry. I try so hard to pay attention. I really do. But Ethan is right next to me. And he’s all tall and funny and, my … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, His name is Ethan. I should probably stop calling him Mr. Hottie. If I don’t, I might slip and call him that to his face. That would be humiliating. I’m fucking twenty years old… I’m not a child … Continue reading →