||[Jan. 23rd, 2006|02:30 pm]
Deirdre Ionúin Gallagher
All of her stuff is out of my room. She's gone now.
I've changed everything. I won't read her journal. I've switched out of photography and drama class. I won't see her again.
I think I am going crazy. All I want to do is scream at people. I hate that. This isn't anyone else's fault.
I think Pierre is really sad too. Like it's his fault because he told me? Poor thing. Doesn't deserve it.
If You still read this, stop treating him like shit. He deserves better. Don't make him pay for your shortcomings. It's utter bullshit and you know it.
You used to know better.