Dear diary,

I know I said no regrets but I feel bad. Like, a demons going to drag me to hell right about now kind of bad. So I tried being nice, but now he thinks I care about him. help.

The guilt is eating me alive. I- I don't deserve forgiveness. Why is he such an idiot?

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At least we're on friendly terms now...

But I'm scared he's faking it and actually knows what I've done. I don't like this feeling. I don't like this at all.

Also, it's not like I can just tell him to his face, that I, me, Tina, put a laxative in his soup so he could leave me alone can I?

...I promise to repent in other ways. But I will never tell him the truth, ever.

Love,

Tina