Friday, February 25
i don't know what to do. whether or not to change class. i'm glad last night and this morning happened. now i know, it wasn't my imagination. this class is pure evil. maybe i'm being mean. but really. i'm just trying to be a good girl in a bad world and it's so hard. i don't want to skip class. i don't want to lie. i need to say this now. jean. jan. gen. chris. bev. vank. ally. the happening back row. thank you for yesteryears. you are true friends. you would never have encouraged me to sin. i love you, i really really do. they make me sick. i called them friends the other day. but i guess it isn't meant to be. will i never find friends like those you've been? my mum wants to take me out of the class, she says it's a bad influence. but i've got good teachers now. if i go to another class, i may not get such good teachers. i don't know what to do. please. help me. i don't want to cry over something hardly worth my time. please. set me free. i don't want to lie. maybe i get around rules, but i do so by using my brains, not outright lies. i'm not trying to act perfect. i'm not holier than thou. but some things make me uncomfortable, and if you were my friend, you'd support me instead of encouraging me to do what you know is wrong. i know that if it had been one of you in their position, you would have volunteered to stay in school and go for everything with me. i know it. because you're true friends. but you see, that's where the difference lies. i can't care about them. you've spoilt me. i've had the best in the world and now nothing will do. i don't want to lie.
it must've been love.
8:56 pm
xoxo
