I met a girl on Mibba, and we talked for awhile through messaging. I don't even remember most of what we talked about, except for recent things. She was faceless, but I got this totally great picture in my head. She was hawt...badass, yet sweet. I asked her for her phone number, and we began texting. The picture that kept building up in my mind of her, from the mood and atmosphere I felt from her...

MOOD: Baby I just don't get itDo you enjoy being hurt?I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirtYou don't believe his storiesYou know that they're all liesBad as you are, you stick around and I just don't know whyIf I was ya wo-man (baby you)Never worry bout (what I do)I'd be coming home (back to you)Every night, doin' you rightYou're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)Fistful...

Dear, dear Diary,It is 9:00 pm and I can't stop crying. Everything I see and hear reminds me of Her. The girl I luv. She is a secret treasure that I keep locked in my heart, and is never far from my mind. I've been listening to the song Landslide, Gweneth Paltrow's version, and sobbing. My eyes are red and my hair is a mess from my hands' running through and pulling it. The lump in my throat grows...

Dear, Dear Diary,I had a dream that I lived in England and I had a whole new life as a author. I also acted in the community theatre part-time. Someone called me "Ivy" and I shouted, "I'm sick of that name! They ruined that name! They said it too many times! My name is Bell. Things will be different if they call me Bell. Call me Bell!"Anyway, my name is used up. Rabble, rabble!No, I'm not...

Dear, Dear Diary,I started at a new job today. I luv it! It is in a daycare, & I so deeply enjoy working with children. Most of them of which I met today are just darling & I nearly cried when I had to leave them-- one of them, my favorite little girl, stood in the doorway & kept waving, saying, "Bye, bye, bye," with her wide eyes! Anyway, since I write most at night & I also will...