Homecoming

Last night was homecoming. I bought nice dress clothes just for it, to impress my girlfriend more than anything. But, she only danced with me once, and barely spoke to me. Instead, I spent the majority of the dance taking care of a few friends, then I taught a new friend of mine how to slow dance, and we just hung out.

Then, that night, I had a dream about my ex. Normally, that'd be alright, but in the dream, it seemed like she wanted me back, which makes me sad, because I know she is happy with her new boyfriend. *sighs* I guess you never really stop loving someone, try as you might. But, that's me, the Sentimental Fool.

Missing her...

I miss my REAL girlfriend so much... I'm getting so lonely with her "brother" in her body all the time... Damn that D.I.D. Yes, my girlfriend has different identity disorder. Her other personality is named Zero, and he's her exact opposite.

They think of each other as siblings, which is odd, but so are they.Well, he's been in control since monday. So, that means no hugging or touching my gf. It sucks and I miss her so bad... I'm a very physical person; I love to hug and all that. It does not help that he goes out of his way to be unpleasant.

Well, homecoming this weekend, so I'm going to dress up. I had to buy special dress clothes. My girlfriend is going to be so beautiful in the dress she wants. But, she's always beautiful.

Introduction

My name is Dylan. I'm 15. I'm real. I live in a small village in the United States of America. I'm a little bit on the crazy side. I have great friends and a beautiful girlfriend. But, when it all boils down to it, I'm just a horrible person.

I've lied, cheated, got into too many fights for too little reason, I swear, I hurt others without even trying, I can do the same exact thing as someone else and make it a 100 times worse. I have cut. I have a suicidal mind. I'm outright crazy at times. I used to be a cyber-whore. I make promises I can't keep. I flirt too much. I'm weak. Lazy. Ugly. Ha, ugly is what I am.

I'm not going to tell too much history. Just the most important thing to me: I cheated on the person I love most and I lost her forever. That one text message, to that one girl. It took away my happiness for the rest of my miserable life. When you analyze it, that's the main source of all my problems these days. Guilt about the greatest mistake I have made. Why the hell did I ever let those people back then turn me into such a heartless, twisted whore!? I'll never forgive myself for it.

If you know the real me, then you may or may not know this stuff. Well, everyone, stranger and friend alike, should buckle in. This is going to be very raw, and very unadulterated.