Journal Entry
06/19/2002 11:12 p.m.
I hate feeling misunderstood. I despise it when people read things wrong and treat it like it's truth. I hate having a conversation with someone online to tell.. on the phone you can hear in someone's voice whether they're upset.. or lying. It bothers me that my best friend doesn't know me well enough to know that the reason I don't want to go skating tonight is NOT because Christine isn't going but because I am embarrassed by my lack of ability to skate well. I don't belong in a stupid skating rink. She said "Oh, well you've been talking about going skating like you've really wanted to go and then the second Christine says she doesn't want to go.. you change your mind." Um, first of all.. no. When I've been saying that I've been wanting to go skating.. I've been meaning in a neighborhood.. on a street. NOT IN A FREAKING SKATING RINK.



anyway.. DONE with that. I've fallen in love with the band Avril Lavigne.
I am currently Affectionate