Dear Diary,

I’m sitting on the curb again, with a box of Tic-Tacs. Yes, I am a sugar addict. Yes, I’m waiting for Darren.

But he’s not here. I’m worried. And a bit sad.

The bus is here already, and no Darren.. Eek. I hope he’s okay.

I heart you.

Worried-fully yours,

Virginia Louise King