Hey diary, its me again...

I decided that I would write some lyrics about what’s going on but I couldn’t. I was just so confused. I couldn’t wait until 5 but yet I dreaded it. I decided that maybe if I was going I should have some fun with it… and him. Was his request really that difficult for me to fill? I mean he did love me right? No matter that I still was going to have some fun with it. Maybe I should dress up a bit.
I decided that I would were my low cut purple tank top and my tight jeans. As undergarments go I decided that in case something did happen I would look good. I made sure they matched and were lacy. I curled my hair just so it waved. I didn’t want to look to “hot” as he would say so I threw on a black sweater. Then I thought why am I getting so dressed up. I took off my sweater and shirt and flung on my black baby doll tee.
“So he will not go to crazy” I thought
I looked at the clock 4:55. That meant he was already there. I laced my black high tops up and walked downstairs. Was I walking into my own problem?