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I haven't updated this journal nearly as often as I used to... mainly because (as a certain story my Sam Weatherall in the student paper says) bad news is far more interesting than good news. Which is true... and ever since Cheyanne and I have started dating... life has been pretty fucking amazing. We don't fight... we're madly in love with one another... and we're getting married.
But alas... I am back updating the journal. Why? Well, mainly because Cheyanne wanted me too, but also because Cheyanne and I had our first "big fight," I guess you would call it, tonight. It was all my fault. I said some things I shouldn't have, and needless to say she got upset. She cried too, that's what really kills me.
Well, I don't think I have any avid readers of my journal, other than Cheyanne, but if you were looking for a juicy, all "bad news" story for once, then I am afraid this entry will be a let down. We've talked things through and, dare I say, "patched things up." I still feel really bad though. I hope she forgives me for what I said.
I still love her more than anything in the world, and nothing (I mean nothing) could ever change that fact.
But alas... I am back updating the journal. Why? Well, mainly because Cheyanne wanted me too, but also because Cheyanne and I had our first "big fight," I guess you would call it, tonight. It was all my fault. I said some things I shouldn't have, and needless to say she got upset. She cried too, that's what really kills me.
Well, I don't think I have any avid readers of my journal, other than Cheyanne, but if you were looking for a juicy, all "bad news" story for once, then I am afraid this entry will be a let down. We've talked things through and, dare I say, "patched things up." I still feel really bad though. I hope she forgives me for what I said.
I still love her more than anything in the world, and nothing (I mean nothing) could ever change that fact.