Dear Journal: Monday, July 10, 2000
Hey it's me again, I know it hasn't been a year but I could really use a friend right now. It hasn't even been a month since-since the unthinkable happened and my MOTHER is already on my case about eating, sleeping, and dating AGAIN. I can't believe her. Nobody understands. That's why I'm writing to you, you don't judge and you understand. She's all pissed because I found a new hobby; alcohol. I mean I'm almost 21, right?! Yeah in October..Now I have a new motto..wanna here? Of course you do..ok it's You're damned it you do--and You're damned it you don't. Great huh? Yeah Aj called the other day..I was shocked, amazed, bewildered. Ohmigod Backstreet Boy calls psychotic girl..I'll tell you when our wedding is. That's how crazy the press is now days.
I'm going back to school in August I think..my mom called about my drama course..but I dunno. And today is my brother's (Chris) Birthday..yeay. I really don't think anything in my life is happy right now. But we'll have to see now won't we?
Now we'll go to where this will be added..yes I'm thinking of writing more for Faith in Chaos but I don't know if I should just make up some stuff, since A LOT of it is true..I'm still working on it and it's hard to sit here and write down my life. But I love talking about myself..can't ya tell? Um.hum..back to what I was talking about..I could do anything..I could make Nick and I get back together..I could make up some hot guy, I can do ANYTHING...that's the great thing about writing. Well, it's getting pretty late..or rather it's the eleventh and it's 4 AM I'm gonna go and TRY to sleep which is now only a dream...
Candice
"Hey Nick," she said turning down her stereo.
"Oh hey," he sounded busy.
"You have no clue who this is do you?"
"No, not really," he chuckled.
"It's Candice," she smiled. Way better than sleeping she thought pulling the covers tighter around her body.
"Oh hey it's been a while. How have you been?"
"Ok," she mumbled regretting calling him.
"So whatcha up to girly?"
"Um talking to you, whatcha doin'?"
"Just drawling." There was a long uncomfortable pause. "So how's dating?"
"I'm not," she said coldly.
"Oh sorry to hear that," he moved some papers around almost dropping the phone. "He seemed nice."
"Yeah he was great," tears filled her eyes.
"What's wrong Trouble?" Candice hung up the phone.
Nick's always called me Trouble, Candice thought trying to sleep. Her dog jumped onto her bed. "Hey Koters, how ya doin'?" She pulled the dog into a hug. It licked her face causing her to laugh. "You're so cute Dakota you know that?" She sat the dog in her lap. Nick hadn't called her back and she was glad. Pat also called me Trouble before, she thought taking a drink. The caller, he called me Trouble, so it was Nick? No, it was Pat, he sounded like him and it was his ring. How could Nick possibly know about the ring..but..Pat's dead. Candice stopped thinking and climbed out of her bed. The miniature Doberman pinscher follow close behind her. It had been eating at her the past couple of weeks. It was laying on her dresser. It was Pat's ring. She picked up the gold ring and rolled it between her fingers. "He never took this off," she whispered. "Never."
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