Dear Enemy
an excerpt

Sometimes I can't help but think coming to Kempsey wasn't so bad... and then Greenie proves me wrong. Again and again we get ourselves kicked out of places, hell, even the beach. I suppose that's what happens though, and everyone seems a tad leanient to Greenie. Maybe it's because he lives here, but either way we're allowed back where we kicked out of the very next day. I guess I don't mind as much as I should considering it is getting me in trouble with Will, but it's entertaining and, dare I think it... fun. Alert the media, I seem to be conforming.

Lately, Greenie's been acting a bit out of sorts. Though I guess I can't really say that considering I've only known him for a day, but he does seem to be acting a bit more withdrawn. I don't make an attempt to bring it up and neither does he, but I sure as hell want to know what the fucking hell is going on and why, oh why, Christie suddenly wants to hang around and shove her ugly mug in Greenie's face.

It's been, hm, fifteen minutes since Christie has visited my area of the hotel room we're all sharing, and I'm hoping the time without her continues. Fucking bitch. I can't wait until someone finally gets pissed off with her enough, probably Helen (or me) to slam her face into a wall and laugh as she screams while you drag it backwards and forwards up the hall. Oh, that would be sweet. I'd love to hear her shrill frightened screams... Does this make a psychopath? Maybe.

Anyway, the short times that Greenie has been over lately have involved video games... or him 'teaching' me while kicking my ass to Pluto and back. Like now. Maybe this is why Christie hasn't bothered us, or... maybe not. I can see her reflection on the TV where Greenie's character is. Maybe it's time I vented my frustrations on something that won't break my wrist if I hit it wrong. That was a wall, by the way.