Dear Scarlett; for whenever this reaches you,

We can't keep on doing this. You know it; I know it. Let us part as friends now, before in the end, there is nothing more to salvage.

So. Apparently Scar is staying at my house for... *glances back at her* ...an unidentifyable amount of time at present. Still, with her bags packed and on the floor - of the guest bedroom *rolls eyes* of course - she could be here indefinitely ( Read more... )

My father's on a business trip till the week before Easter. So... my house is pretty much an open place till then. Could be interesting. My 18th falls between this date and then... And of course he feels suitably terrible about that . I'm sure to get fantastic gifts from France. Yay ( Read more... )

... It took me this long to realise the impact of what Renee said to me last night.

The truth is, I want you both. And I can't have either of you.Oh god. Is it possible that I have read this whole situation wrongly? I can remember a time when me and Scar had a conversation back when Renee was staying at my place after Deirdre... and Scar mentioned ( Read more... )

Today at school was good. Had a bit of trouble keeping my attention on things... feeling really tired now. Like, what's the word? Almost hung over, but not. Just a bit heady, I guess. Wonder if that is normal ( Read more... )

Aaaand we have a Pierre back in the country. Scarlett and I went to go pick him up. I would have stayed with them longer ( Read more... )

Hey Scarlett, Pierre asked if you were going to be coming with me to pick him up from the bus depot tomorrow. If you want to, does it suit you for me to swing by yours before heading in that direction? Or have you other plans tomorrow?

I can't believe I forgot a paper that was supposed to be handed in today. *face to palm* I don't think I've ever done something like that before. It was just... completely not in my mind.

He's working me too hard. I can almost get to admitting it out loud now.

I'm sick of feeling this way and finally done something about it. Pierre, come home

I just got a long message from Renee. It breaks my heart not to reply to it, but honestly, what would I say in reply?

Exactly. Which is why I left it.

God, since when did my journal become private all of a sudden?

I've been crying ever since he came into my room with the letter that he had found. My face feels swollen and my eyes are all raspy. It's not even like I can talk to Renee about it. It's just the same as it was before. I don't think she'll be able to forgive me for it a second time. No reason she should, I suppose.

I have to keep my father from ( Read more... )