What the fuck is Louie’s problem? God, he completely ruined the good mood I was in. It’s not his fucking business to tell me who to go out with, or who to like, or which guy is an asshole in his opinion. Yeah, and to top it off, he finally directly told me he likes me … after me hearing like ten thousand rumors about it. I mean geez, it’s one thing to show that he cares and wants me to be careful, but it’s fucking stupid, annoying, and immature to try to dictate my life according to his current standards. I was NOT drunk last night, I knew what I was doing … and unless I totally missed something, I believe that Brian likes me. So sue me. For what reasons, I don’t know, but it sure as hell didn’t seem like he was taking advantage of me. I guess that was why Louie was staring at me the whole night. Trying to figure out a way to hide his jealousy with making me go to him and “ask” before I make a decision

Why the fuck does this always happen to me? I hate guys … they always screw me over, and though there are good moments, sometimes I really wish I could die and leave this never-ending drama, which always ends up with me as the victim *sigh* Well, back to being depressed, oh joy. Like Tupac says, “is life worth living, should I blast myself?”

And for anybody who cares, the party was awesome, and we SO got away with it. Yay. But of course, that enthusiasm is stifled because of a certain someone’s aggression towards something that’s not even their business *sigh again* I feel like shit. Thanks SO much Louie, I was really looking forward to enjoying the start of my 18th year.