68. Meghan
MEGHAN
Dear Diary,
What. The. Fuck. Should. I. Do.
I don’t know why I thought I could handle this problem on my own; clearly I didn’t learn my lesson from the last time.
I guess I’m just sick of being the drama queen of the group.
I mean, I don’t mind it when it’s fun drama, but this…
this is bullshit drama. I feel like I’m in a sitcom.
Or a cheesy romcom, only instead of Kate Hudson the audience is stuck with me - the heavier, psychotic version of a Disney princess.
I just want to call him. And forgive him. And tell him that I love him, too. And pretend that it’s not super weird, and a little bit creepy, that his sister sorta stalked me.
Ahhh! What should I do?!
Okay, in the morning I’m calling Katelyn for an emergency advice session. It’ll be Monday, her wedding weekend will be over, so she can drop the goo-goo eyes long enough to help me deal with my shit.
Plus, I have about six more coffee cakes to finish baking tonight.
XoxoX