Dear Diary,
I went out last night and saw Jeremy with another girl. I don’t know why that hurt me so much. Maybe it’s the girl scheduled to interview me in a few days...I don’t know. I’m not even sure he saw me. Part of me wanted to channel my inner Maddie, find a hot guy, and make a slut out of myself on the dance floor. But I didn’t do that, I just grabbed a drink and sat by the bar. My girls were like—OMG, you’re so classy but I couldn’t hear them, and not just because the club was loud.
I didn’t go home early. I stayed and finished the night like a champ. Then I got home and decided to write to my best friend in the world (that’s you fyi).
This sucks. I’m so lonely but I hate being vulnerable. I guess that’s what keeps me lonely.
I guess I should get some sleep or something. Maybe that will make it better. In the morning, under the light, maybe all the pain goes away.
-XO
👽
