Dear Diary,
My life is spiraling downward. I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks cause 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 to do that flippy thing either...like that guy from that band can do...some days you know...My life is just a black abyss... ya know..it’s so dark. And it’s suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans...which look great on me by the way. My parents don’t get me ya know. They think I’m lesbo just because they saw me kiss a girl...well, a couple girls...but still, I mean it’s the 2000’s, can’t two...or 4 chicks make out with each other without being lesbians? I mean, guys dig that kinda thing anyways. I don’t know diary, sometimes I think you are the only one that gets me...you’re my best friend.