Dear Teenage Diary,
This whole situation between me, Sheila and Denise is really doing my head in. Sheila can’t make it more obvious that she doesn’t want to hang around with me, but then she writes replies to my letters as though she still wants to be friends. I can’t figure it out. All I do know is that she doesn’t want to hang round me after school. They all go out without me and they’re not even ashamed or feel guilty to tell me all about it the next day.
I went to thy gym with Sheila , but even though we spoke whenever I spoke to her she responded with no effort to be nice. It was like she didn’t give a shit what I was saying. At least I got to see Noah and the best bit was that he said he’d go to Timothy’s party on Saturday. OK so he’s bringing Alex, but the fact that he’s going to go is just so brilliant!
He got pissed again last night on a bottle of vodka. So much for him not getting drunk again in a long time. I just hope Timothy doesn’t mind that Noah’s bringing Alex. I’ll just have to tell him that we’re all bringing bottles so there’ll be more booze to go round. I’ve just got to make sure that other people don’t get their mitts on Noah because with people like Katrina and Sharon going I’ve got to think about keeping him away from them. I’ve also got to think of a way of getting rid of Alex.
*All names have been changed from those in my monthly teenage diary to protect the not so innocent.
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Becky Stafferton is a full time blogger over on her website The Art of Healthy Living, mum of 2 and certified Queen of the hashtags. She continually strives to promote a realistic, sustainable and positive image of how to lead a healthy life. When she’s not writing or reading her teenage diary she can be found swigging Prosecco from the bottle, running through muddy puddles, making lists of lists, having a good old moan, scoffing flapjacks and squatting like her life depends on it.