Dear Diary: I’m Never Drinking Again…

Dear Diary, sorry I haven’t written in a few days. I just haven’t felt up to it.

I’m never drinking again, and now there’s a video of me stripping naked in the town square and running through the water fountains declaring that I’m the Goddess of Love circling the campus.

When I find out who took it, I’m gonna kill them.

Dear Diary: The Essay Issue…

Dear Diary,

You know what I hate? I hate people who can write essays a bit at a time. What kind of psychopath do you have to be to do that? How can you just do a part of an essay then walk away? I mean, come on, surely it’s all or nothing, right? Who actually plans this shit?

Dear Diary: Let’s figure this out together!

Before I left for Uni, my shrink suggested that I start a diary and, quite frankly, last year was hell, so… Why the fuck not give it a go? I’m halfway across the country from my family and have fuck all else to do with my evenings. Why not see if she was onto something?

Besides, it’s rude not to use gifts.