She didn’t like my cake.
She sneered at my cake and slammed the door in my face!
Does she know who I am, Diary? Does she know what happened to the last pretty little thing that pushed me away?
I’ve decided to take things to the next step without her. I won’t give her another chance to turn me and my presents down.
The cat turned up again, Diary. I guess he was hiding somewhere. He looks as cute and furry and warm as ever. Doesn’t look hungry, either. Bet he took after daddy and caught his own dinner.