Dear Diary,
Today was the worst. Somebody said that I wasn't cool. Not to my face, but indirectly. BEHIND MY BACK. I try not to think of the past too much - of people that I've hurt or how I've been hurt and embarrassed. No looking back. No back tracking. No tracing history. There's only one direction to move - FORWARD. Mars to space jerk: I am cool. I am as cool as I think I am. You are a tool. You are also getting fat. So fuck off.