I’m just going to be straight-forward, because you said yourself that you aren’t the smartest person in the world (which I wouldn’t doubt,) I know what you’ve been saying about me. Telling others that I was on acid; you sure seem to know a lot about me after only working with me for three days, hell you could say you know more about me that I know about myself because I can’t say that I can ever remember touching anything like that.
So honestly, It made me really disappointed when I found out what you’ve been saying because when I met you, I thought you were a really kind and awesome person. I even had it in my head that we could be really good friends one day. I’d try to push aside the fact that you seemed to have a lot of negative things to say about others, which I realize now was causing me to be a bit naive. I chose not to peg you as a petty and judgmental person, but now I know that that is really what you are.
I suppose I shouldn’t think so highly of people in the first place- at least, I shouldn’t have in your case to begin with, but finding out what others are truly like on the inside, particular the ones who are two faced show’s me that you’re just a jealous, insecure, orange bitch who feels the need to smoke away your problems and deepen those crows feet you already have forming by your eyes.
Oh, and one more thing. My fiance and I were gong to have our wedding reception at the hotel, but I changed my mind. We wouldn’t want our reception to be in the hands of a backstabber.
I usually fail horribly when I try to keep track of a diary because I almost always forget about it….
But I’ve found one from 4 1/2 years ago, and now I feel as if I should try to write about my life in it. I’ve written updates, and a lot of it would probably be rated “MC -17”. (>_<) Plus there are a lot of things I’ve written in it that I wouldn’t even tell some of my best friends. I only really write about very interesting, personal things.
I sure as hell hope that nobody who I know ever comes across, and looks through it.