Dear Teenage Diary,

Basically, I asked Mum and Dad whether I could stay over Timothy’s house the night of the party, because Denise and a few others were sleeping over. As you can guess they kicked up a fuss about it and in the end Dad said, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t go, but I’m not going to hold it against you if you do go.” So basically he’s trying to make me feel guilty, and it’s working. I really don’t know what to do. I know I’ll probably end up spending the night because I really want to and I’m too proud to back down, but at the same time I feel like I’m losing Dad’s respect in me. He said that he trusted me, he just didn’t trust my friends and that really hacked me off because he doesn’t even know them. He thinks I’m going to take drugs, get drunk, and then jump into bed with someone.

I had a really good day and then it was ruined when I phoned Noah. He told me he probably, almost definitely, couldn’t go to the party. Apparently, Alex has to go for a meal with his parents, so he can’t get a lift back. I told him he could stay the night at Timothy’s, but I can understand him not wanting to. I know I wouldn’t stay the night at someone’s house who I didn’t know. Anyway, he’d have to catch the bus in the afternoon and he’s got to work. I’m really disappointed and I can tell that my Saturday night is going to be ruined because of it. If he’d have come I would have had a serious talk with him, but now it’s just like all the time. I don’t reckon things are ever going to work out between us. I know it’s not his fault that he can’t get there, but if fate doesn’t want us together then nothing will. I really like him, but I just haven’t got the guts to do anything major about it.

He said on the phone that he always says what he’s thinking, well he’s either lying or he doesn’t like me as much as I’d like him to. But what can I do. I bet I know what I do do. I’ll probably just get someone else to have a chat to him, like I always do. What a wimp! God, I wish I was really outgoing. I’ve been looking forward to this party for ages and now it seems to have all gone down the drain!

 

*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.





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