Cherie said I'm emo. She's been saying that since like a thousand years ago. She says it so often I can almost believe her. Maybe I am, I said, everyone has their angsty side. Not her though, she said, she doesn't have an angsty side. Then I started to think she's weird, coz it's like a fact that everyone feels down once in a while, and if she doesn't, then that makes her the odd one out. So I said 'you're weird' but she said 'no, I'm not, you are'. Okay so then I'm emo plus weird? No way. So then I kept quiet for awhile, then I asked her 'do you like hate me?' She said yes. Then I said 'I mean do you like, seriously hate me?' She said yes. She said she hated me from the beginning. Which is a lie I know, coz I can tell she's lying. I can always tell when people are lying. The sad part is, most of the time, even though I know they are lying, I sort of believe them when they say the lie so often and it makes me so depressed because I can't stop myself from believing them anyway.