Il y a une fille qui je déteste. Elle est une salope. Elle est mechante, ignorante, et un snob. Elle ne me sait pas à tout. Elle me déteste et je ne sais pas pourquoi. Je pense que c'est parce qu'à une fois j'étais des amis avec Rose Blanche. C'est la vie, je suppose.


Des temps en temps, tout les filles sont malveillants.

Things are feeling better now. Things are feeling back to normal. I now know why I had that freak out. But it doesn't need to be explained here. Just know that everything is fine. :)

P.S. PORKCHOP SANDWICHES!

Nothing feels right. I don't know what's going on. I don't feel like myself. I'm afraid of everything. I don't want Bert to leave. I don't want to die. I don't want to be alone. I don't know what to do. Being with Bert doesn't feel right. Being without him feels even worse. I feel like everyone knows something about us that I don't. That they just keep allowing me to live in this illusion. He's lying. They're all lying. He never loved me. It was pretend. He never wanted to be with me in the first place. I hate this. I hate myself. I hate him. I hate them. I want him to stay. To tell me that it wasn't a lie. That he really does love me. Will this work out? Someone please tell me what's going on. Because I don't know anymore. I feel like I'm losing myself. Losing my friends. I can't talk to anyone about this because no one understands. Everyone supports me in my decisions. But are they right ones?
Why am I so stuck on finding "The One"? True love probably doesn't even exist. Nothing hurts more than to think that someone may not be the one. For two years I felt it so strongly, believed every night when I held him while we fell asleep. And now this. I'm wrong about everything. Shelby's not going to come back. Not for me. He forgot about me. I think we were both in love with being in love with each other. I don't want Bert to leave like that. Not know why. Wake up everyday and wonder where he is. Why he left. Is he dead? No one knows.
No. No. No. No. This cannot be happening. I am freaking out. Is it obvious? All I wanted to do was make Bert happy. Did I fail? Did I make him miserable the whole time? God I hope not.
What is happening? Why am I so afraid?
Bert I love you. Does that mean anything to you? You're not even reading this. You don't even care. Please tell me everything is okay.
Make this feeling go away.

Rose Red sits alone. Trying to make sense of the feelings swimming around in her heart and the thoughts floating in her head. She feels torn. Half of her knows that she should leave it all behind. But the other half keeps convincing her that everything will work out. Just wait. Give it time. Give it space. This will work out in the end. But which half is her heart and which half is her head? She is unable to distinguish the two.

Rose Red is the type of girl who will do anything for love. It is her life. She's a romantic but hates the word. Her entire life she has always thought about love. Does true love exist? Is there such a thing as "The One"? Can fairy tales come true? Rose Red wants her love for this person to be the love that can overcome anything. That can survive all of their ridiculous spats. But she can't do it all on her own. The love is there in his heart but his mind wanders elsewhere. Only time well tell. Only time.