Apr 09 2009
Dear F**king Diary
Dear Diary
Wow! That was humilating! I can honestly say I have NEVER ran out of a bar, CRYING-let alone a bar I work at. How can one stoop to such lows and remain completely sober?
Dear diary: Am I a loser? Hmmm…
Although I DID NOT want to hang out at my pub, it was a supportive gesture for someone special. Its nice to be around the one you adore when going through a hard time. His presence outweighed my discomfort. Loser? No actually, it makes me a pretty cool girlfriend.
Inside, I found myself surrounded by people who suddenly make me feel shy. I dont why but I wanted to disappear. One guy was particularly brash. He made comments about my size and weight. I guess because I am petite, people feel free to joke about how “fat” Im getting. What people dont realize is that you are saying that to the WRONG person. Its not funny, it scares the shit outta me. He then joked about how my boyfriend should get a prettier girl and other nonsense and it struck a nerve. Dearest diary, am I supposed to take a joke every time? Instead of funny, arent some people just like, rude and mean? We need to strain that ‘funny’ adjective right outta the mix!
Dear diary; I shouldn’t let mean people get me down. You know why? Cause I am awesome and I will continue reign regardless. That guy was a test of my strength and even though he winded me for a moment, he didnt knock me down. Ill bet I could kick his ASS in pinball! Then we’ll see whose pretty…!
