Tatts, rats, and math~ Oh my!

[fragilesun]

Ok...*exhales slowly*...ya know what? Fuck y'all! Gosh. Like...so Ryan put up pics of his graduation party. I'm looking and I see a fuck ton of ppl I went to school with...including Brian w his new gf [chubby and like half Indian or some shit...I'll never understand, but am resolved to no longer care]. So of course I felt a pang of hurt and

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[anonymous]

Hey Steph!

My girlfriend didn't make it to Ry's. In any case, she's not chubby nor Indian.

So when are you moving back close to Philly??

-brian

[fragilesun]

Why are you still reading my diary again??? And really...why would you care when I move back to Philly. Like what are you planning on renewing our long lost friendship or something? I think not. In or out, in or out...I don't like this talk once in a blue moon and leave messages in my diary when I'm angry sort of thing. Sorry I talked shit on your gf since apparently that wasn't her in the picture with you. But then again, what do you expect? You broke my heart, remember? I think that gives me some sort of shit talking right or something, doesn't it?

[anonymous]

I can't believe you're still bitter. You've had two years of this 'shit talking right.'

If you don't want people reading your diary, take it offline. I thought you would've learned that by now, after that whole fiasco with Ryan's friend and your old diary. Obviously you want people to read it since you still keep it up.

All you do is burn your bridges, Steph.

[fragilesun]

Has it been 2 years? I think it's been longer than that actually. I don't care if you read my diary. I just don't see why you would want to. Yes, I learned my lesson from the whole "Ryan fiasco." I only write in my diary shit that I don't care if anyone sees. I've learned that some things shouldn't be recorded and are better left as memories. You're right...I do burn my bridges. What else would I do with them though? Especially if I never plan on crossing them again?? If you're online right now, as am I, just IM me instead of leaving messages back and forth on my diary, please.