These Words Are All I Have so I'll Write Them

Dear Diary,

I absolutely cannot believe that Frankie wrote in my diary! That's an invasion of my privacy! The things he wrote were very sweet though. He's adorable. I can't get over how much he really seems to love me. To be honest, I think I'm just gonna let him write in this. We can share the diary.

It's Christmas eve tomorrow! Frank's mom is at work and we're home alone. Having a blast. We've just had lunch and now we're hanging out in Frank's room...on his bed...shirtless.

It's hot in his room though. So we're perfectly comfortable. We have our rights. He's watching a movie. Batman to be precise. I was watching too but I've seen it too much and I know it word for word. So I'm writing instead.

Ha ha ha! He keeps poking me in the ribs and it tickles! He knows that I'm extremely ticklish and he uses that knowledge very well. He tickles my thigh and moves up so he's right near my crotch. Thus causing problems.

But that's just Frank. He's like that.

Mm. He's started touching me so I'm gonna stop writing for a bit. I'll be back soon, I promise.

I'm back! Sorry I was gone for so long. We got a little carried away. Leaving the pair of us in only our underwear. Minus socks for me. I hate wearing socks without shoes. Yeah, I'm weird. Frankie's socks are awesome. Odd but awesome. One Thunder Cats sock and one Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles sock. See? Awesome.

I'm kinda bored. There's nothing much to do now and I've got nothing new to tell you about. Apart from this morning.

Me and Frankie woke up and it was about half past eight in the morning. So we went downstairs and we were running and I hit my little toe on the lounge door. Trust me, it hurt like a bitch. So I was swearing and stuff. Then later on me and Frank were talking about it and he was like.

"Next time, just do me a favor and try not to sound so orgasmic."

I couldn't stop laughing. I found it hilarious. The only thing is that I think it's broken. I've never felt so much pain in my life. Not physically anyway.

Oh yeah. I've stopped cutting and I've stopped sneaking my parent's booze into my room. I've wanted to sometimes like when I argue with my family. Which is quite often and it's usually quite harsh arguments. It just gets to me, ya know. I'm doing very well though. I'm really proud of myself. Frank doesn't know. He didn't read that entry. But he's liable to read this one so he'll probably find out.

I bet your wondering how he hasn't noticed. Well, he has but I told him we have a female cat who gets feisty when she's in season. Truth be told, I'm allergic to cats. So yeah. I'm lying through my back teeth but he'll find out eventually.

We've gone from watching a movie to listening to music. The Smashing Pumpkins to be precise. Okay, now we're going to make smoothies! I love smoothies. Shaken, not stirred.

I'm so cheesy!

I'm allowed though. Cause I'm GAY!*Orgasm* *Sarcasm* Like you didn't already know that.

Gr. Bad Gerard. Learn to spell. Anyways. I'm gonna go and drink my smoothie and hang out with Frankie now.

Bub bye! I love you!

ox Gee

P.S. Smoothies-shaken, not stirred. *Snickers*