Dear diary,
This may be a surprise to you, but there was once a time when I believed in love. At one point in time I fell in love. I was naive, stupid, and young. I felt as though I have no one else to blame but myself because it was one sided. He didn't know that he was the one who broke my heart. It was easy to deny how I felt in front of him. It was even harder to be in love with him. A part of me wanted to tell him but I was two weeks too late. He asked my sister out the day I left them alone at our favorite restaurant. I told them I was happy for them but in reality I felt betrayed. My sister was the only person that didn't make fun of me for being ugly or fat so she was like my best friend. I wanted to tell her I liked him, you know, because that's what best friends do when they talk about their crushes. But he was her boyfriend and I was just a third wheel. It hurt me so much to see them together so I eventually started staying to myself. I avoided the only people who were nice enough to be my friend. Pathetic right? The only people I care about have got together and their best friend can only pretend to be happy. I don't want to feel this way. It makes me feel like a bad friend to appear in front of them when I feel this way. I've always felt inferior to Jean. People haven't convinced me otherwise and honestly I'm starting to believe that I can't convince myself otherwise either. I had to force myself to look happy because that's what was expected of me. that's what everybody wanted.
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