Dear Diary
15th of July.
Today I realised how glad I am to have the chance to move to Glasgow and get away from groups of girls like you. Can't wait to get away and meet new people. Find new friends. I'm sick of everyone here.
I Wish You'd Grow Up.
You're 18 now, all of you. That is no longer an age for bitching and making up lies. I'm glad we're not friends. Moved on from that. Grow up a bit more then we could talk.