Dear Diary,
Why must the lies continue? Why would he call me to see what I'm doing and then tells me that, he's coming home after he picks up something from our friends house. Just for him to turn around and get dropped off somewhere else but didn't call me to tell me that he wasn't coming straight home. Who the hell lived on that street in the first place fot him to him to get dropped off there? Don't seem right to me because, the last time we had this problem is was gone for a week. I'm so tired of all this bullshit and just for once, I'd like to write about something that'll make someone smile and laugh. It seems like right now anything that I write about will not be anything uplifting at all. Tonight is not gonna be a good night for me and him and I know that our relationship is not gonna end with marriage. It's gonna end with me packing my shit and going about my fucking business.