Shae for instance. I was so happy to see her! Well she kind of just passed me by, like I wasn't even there. I was REALLY upset, but I was like "Ok, Caitlin, stop being your over-sensitive self, she probably didn't even realize it." So then I was like "Shae, you didn't even say 'hi'!" And she replied to me with, "Oh, hi." I'm so overly-sensitive, after it ended I got in the car and cried. I'm so stupid, but I felt like I lost someone very important to me, she just seemed like she didn't even care I was there. We were such good friends this summer. It's like the girl I knew this summer died and her new self hates me because of who I am. I don't know what to do anymore, I just cry because she's a wonderful friend and she hates me now. She hates me and I can't do a thing about it.

On the way home when we were dropping Jenna off, before she got out of the car my mom said, "Jenna, do you know that car?" and Jenna said, "No." And I said, "Has it been following us, Mom?", because Jenna lives on a dead end. And my mom said, "Only since the stop sign." So we sat in the car, and the car turned of its lights, and we started to get nervous. Then it drove like it was going to hit our car. The guy didn't get out of the car and we started to get scared. My overemotional self started crying, Jenna started freaking out and my mom just laid on the horn. It turned out to be Jenna's step dad, Jeff in a different car. And to quote Jenna, "he just ran into the house like a little girl."

When I got home, my dad started yelling at me about how I'm a rude bitch, blah blah blah, and tonight I just couldn't take it. I just started sobbing. I let that bastard see me cry. I just ran upstairs and cried for thirty minutes or so. I cried because I'm overwhelmed with school, because I'm sick, because people hate me for reasons I can't figure out, because of Shae...just because of everything.

Are ALL men this stupid and immature FOREVER!? My GOSH! When does that whole mature thing kick in? I hope to God it's soon because right now some of the kids I baby-sit are more mature than guys I know. Psh. Boys.