Dear,
I regret what I did. Because it goes against my words. But it really isn't that bad. I know what happened, I still remember and I did nothing I wouldn't do normally. I just love parties. I guess, it was my escape. I'm not really the one who is in love with reality, I'm always seeking for an escape and I guess that was mine. If my parents had acted differently before the party, if they had not been so negative maybe I wouldn't have done. But because they made me feel like shit, and made me feel guilty for something I haven't done, I just felt like doing something that would piss them off. Then their behavior would turn acceptable.
Friday, February 21, 2014
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