Charlie and I own a small counrty Eastern Europe. It is called Chocolatostan. We were uncreative with names, but we are so bloody rich we can buy and sell J.K. Rowling. You all can live in our small country. Oompa-Loompas can too. There are a lot of cocao beans.

Just announcing that my name is now officially Mrs.Veruca Jayne Bucket. Yes, Charlie and I finally got married! My dad set-up the ceremony, and it was perfect. Everything is finally working out and for once, I have everything I want.

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I am a complete and utter whore. Things should be better here now. I sometimes don't know what posesses me. There are times that I do not even thing I have control of myself, that I live in a trance. At least around Willy. It seems he holds some kind of power over me that I am far from understanding. Perhaps it's still based off of idolisation. ( Read more... )

I am now starting to realise the difference between love and idolistation. If you love someone, you do not find it unrealistic to discover that they have flaws. If you idolise them, then you cannot fathom how they can be anything less than perfect.

( Letter to Willy )

I have no reason to be the least bit pitiful about this. I just hate how I hurt Willy, eventhough it was the last thing I intended. Now it seems Kat is mad at me too. I think that love creates the most problems in the world, but yet we cannot get enough of it. Love and Money seem to be what everyone wants and thus fight over. Survival of the ( Read more... )

At least Charlie is handling it better, since there's basically a 90% chance that the baby is his. And just when Willy and I started working things out, too. 10% chance it's Willy's, but that is about as good as zero. I feel very void for some reason, and I want to cry. It must be hormones, but I don't know. I think I really upset Willy, but then ( Read more... )

I cannot believe this. I am not going to write what it is now, but part of me just wants to slit my wrists. I really should have known better. Willy was there when I found out, and he's been great about it. Now, I need to talk to Charlie. I only hope he is alright, too.

Things used to seem certain, but now the only thing that is certain is the fact that nothing is certain at all. The whole idea behind the 'fuck-buddy', is that there is no feeling of guilt involved. But now, when I never had any problems before, I still feel like I am hurting Willy by hooking-up with Charlie, when Willy has not even spoken to me ( Read more... )

It took us a week, but Willy and I are at least on speaking terms again. Of course, it took me following him down to the place we have so fondly dubbed 'Emobucks', for us to actually talk. He is so confusing! He said...what was it...a week and a half ago? That he loved me and so on. Then, he just vanished because I was a fool. After Willy left ( Read more... )