Dear diary,
This may be a surprise to you, but there was once a time when I believed in love. At one point in time, I fell in love. I was naive, stupid, and young. I felt as though I have no one else to blame but myself because it was one-sided. He didn't know that he was the one who broke my heart. It was easy to deny how I felt in front of him. It was even harder to be in love with him. Apart of me wanted to tell him but I was two weeks too late. He asked my best friend out the day I left them alone at our favorite restaurant. I told them I was happy for them but in reality, I felt betrayed. My best friend was the only person that didn't make fun of me for being ugly or fat so she was like a sister to me. I wanted to tell her I liked him, you know because that's what best friends do when they talk about their crushes. But he was her boyfriend and I was just a third wheel. It hurt me so much to see them together so I eventually started staying to myself. I avoided the only people who were nice enough to be my friend. Pathetic right? The only people I care about have got together and their best friend can only pretend to be happy. I don't want to feel this way. It makes me feel like a bad friend to appear in front of them when I feel this way. I've always felt inferior to Jean. People haven't convinced me otherwise and honestly, I'm starting to believe that I can't convince myself otherwise either.
Day 2
Welcome back to my diary where life goes from downhill to underneath it. Now let's get back to my miserable life. I know you're probably wondering why all of a sudden I'm telling you this. Believe me, there is more to the story than you think. We were in high school when they started dating. I believe in our third year of high school. I was like seventeen when that happened, well let's just say I am now twenty-one years old. That means It has been four years since we last saw each other. In exactly two months from now, I will be attending their wedding. This isn't like all the other romcoms you've watched or read before. I guess you can say I'm unique. In all the other romcoms the ugly girl gets pretty and gets the boy she likes. Here I get pretty and end up getting betrayed by the guy I like. Within these four years, I have not lost weight or gotten any prettier. In fact, I've gotten worse. I didn't want to be seen like this so I've decided to get plastic surgery. This may or may not have been the best thing I've ever done. I mean it's definitely the most money I've ever spent. Anyways I didn't want my friends to know I did it but they didn't live over here so I was perfectly fine. I had scheduled a date with doctor Stellen Rose. he came off quite a bit rude at first. But he was the best at his job. He looked at me from head to toe. He looked surprised to see me. But the way I looked who wouldn't. He walked closer to me to close each step he took back. Excuse me sir but could you step back for a moment." he backs up and laughs. "You don't know who I am?"