Wednesday, September 13, 2006
9:39 PM
It's him again. And he knows. He likes it. How can someone know me so well? I didn't think it was possible. I didn't know it was possible for one person to make another feel so good.
It's her again. But she doesn't know; she never will, either. She tells me her life is amazing. She rubs it in my face everyday. But I read her journal, I know her secrets. She's not happy. She never will be.
It's me again. And I'm not letting her get to me. She can lie to me all she wants, but I'm not going to give in. I've got him and I've got myself and I've got my family. She has nothing.