How I will miss you next year. :(
Dear boys
I love you. I love studs.
I love all those phone numbers I got.
I don't even care if that makes me sound like a ho.
Dear Diary
I am happy.
I feel free.
Who'd of thought getting that bitch in the trouble she had comming towrds her would feel so damn good?
*
Ha Ha Ha
Love Anna
*This is a sad story. I will tell it on a later date. right now I am busy writing.