if you've never felt beautiful, then something is wrong.

Last year I dated a boy named Jose. My best friend, Lucy, gave him the website my blog was on (with names changed so random strangers couldn't understand it, in fact, if he'd just stumbled upon it, he wouldn't know it was me) in an attempt (before we started dating) to convince him that I actually liked him. Well problem with that was, I posted very, very, very secret stuff there, and nobody ever told me he'd had it.
We're talking stuff I didn't want him to know until I felt okay just telling him. Stuff that I posted online because I'm not so great at writing journals, I always forget or something, but typing is a whole other story and the only computer I had at home was shared and my files were searched weekly to make sure I wasn't "getting into trouble."
Yeah.
This makes sense because I was wondering why I didn't post the link to my blog on Facebook. I was like "Well, you know, it's not like it'd cause any harm!" Only I've said bad things about my mother, my friends, and wishes that my boyfriend cannot fulfill. Would you want to share that with the world?
Needless to say, Lucy and I aren't friends anymore. Her above action seems to me a good enough explanation. That's how she was all the time. With everything.

I have to get to school.