Help..........

How many vents do you get in these journal things?
I assume a lot.. as I've stumbled on many already...
And guess what?
YOU JUST FOUND ANOTHER ONE!!!

If you know me.. You probably shouldn't read these, as it may involve you. BUT oh well.


Lets start from the beginning yeah?

Well. It was October the 13.

*Back in time noises.. ya'know, like the ones on T.V... or at lest imagine the screen swirling, Kay?*

I got a phone call from my friend, who we're gonna call Mrs Girl. As I don't like using names, and can't be bothered thinking up anything original. Mrs Girl had happily been ice skating. But upon leaving a very nasty boy named 'Dylan' came up to Mrs Girl and started calling her a 'fagot' and verbally harassing her.

Now, Mrs Girls mummy over heard, and went up to them and asked:

"What's a fagot?"

Dylan told her it mean her lovely daughter liked girls.
Her mum SPAZED. She totally disowned Mrs Girl.
Mrs Girl was forced to move to the other side of the country.

Then, a couple of days before she left, her mummy worked things out, and she didn't have to move.

Her mummy accepted her sexuality.

That's great! I was overjoyed!!!

I had spent every night crying to sleep over her move; and sunk into depression like a god damned anchor.
I had spent four nights on a good bye box, which is sitting on my floor gathering dust.

And then we find out that she had made everything up.
That's right, she made up the WHOLE move, her parents hadn't been acting homophobic, and she in fact had a pretty sweet life.

And it's just like.. I WAS SO FUCKING DEPRESSED. I wasted sleep over her! AND SHE LIED!
She wove some SICK TWISTED story about her life. I spent hours comforting her. Listening to her on the phone whining about it. And she made the whole thing up. My school grades slipped cos I was under all the pressure of keeping her alive. I did everything I could to help her. EVERY THING.
I had to cancel doing shit, so I could care for her.

AND SHE MADE UP THE WHOLE STORY.

That's a whole fucking MONTH I can NEVER get back, listening to her attention seeking tales. Wasting nights worrying.

I remember the Monday after her mum found out. I was looking everywhere for her. I was overly alert. Watching, waiting. She came in late, it scared me to death. I was quivering in my seat. Shaking like a MSN page when you do a nudge.

And I can never get those days back.


I told her I didn't hate her. And you know what happened? She acts round me like nothing happened.

And all I want is space.
I wanna get away from her. She abused my trust.

I don't wanna be friends with her after that. I don't wanna be enemy's..

But she just stole a month of my life.

What is there to do?

I seriously don't hate her. But I am sickened by her.

RANTS HEART OUT.