Mascara, Menstration, and a Mail Man

Hey you,

I'd be what you'd like to call the loser.

I have no life, but enough friends.

And you are currently reading my diary.

I adore mascara because I hate fake eyelashes.

I live on a street that has a dead end.

I'm a virgin, get over it.

You must be a creeper.

The last letter I got was when I was five.

My mom is having an affair with the Mail Men.

'nough said.

(Now get into the good stuff that is actually in my diary... you're not even being a good stalker)