1st May 1995

I told P I loved him and I meant it - more than anything. I guess its days like this that make me realise just how much he does mean to me. Right now I wouldn't care if I never had anything to do with Sally again. Sure she's been a bitch before but I've never felt like she's deliberately tried to hurt me. I hate the way she acts as though she's above me, she can do so much better for herself etc. She says that I don't tell her anything and I'm not gonna pretend that I do. I don't even try to cos its not worth it. I don't know how she can honestly expect me to tell her stuff when half the time she acts so uninterested as if she simply doesn't want to know.  It's not that that really bothers me, it's mainly what she's been saying to P about me. She knows how to get to him and has done a pretty good job of it. It makes me sick how she's determined to ruin this for me.