October 15

Dear Diary,

We got into another argument today. I was upset with him because he wouldn't listen to me whenever I had something to say, so I started yelling at him to get his attention. I thought it would work, but he always laughed at me whenever I yelled at him. Between chuckles, he told me I was a beauty filled with rage. This, of course, made me even madder. I started yelling even louder and cursing every word in the book at him. I'm guessing this got his attention because he grabbed my throat and told me to shut up. I didn't say another word to him, I just got out of his grasp and went to get a bottle of Whiskey. I finished the bottle in three hours flat. I'm a girl full of poison that's a beauty fueled by rage.