The boyfriend just left.

Reporter: So, Nick, do you agree that your marijuana smoking has gotten in the way of your fighting career? Nick: Acutally, on the contrary, my fighting career has gottin the way of my marijuana smoking. WAR DIAZ.

“If people can’t handle watching me or they can't handle the intensity of my life or they can’t handle me cussing saying fuck this and fuck, then you know, I think people really need to become a little more mature, kinda grow up a little bit…” --Nick Diaz.

The only person I can count on 100% of the time is me.

I can honestly say that I have no idea why anyone on Earth would want to help me? I'm a jackass.

Well, it seems that I'm at an all time low. What's the point in even trying anymore? Nobody listens to a thing I say. Hell, I don't even listen to myself half the time. In just a few short minutes, all of my fears have been confirmed. I am lost in life. This time, I don't think there's gonna be a turning point. It's over. I'm done--gone.

Movie Night!! My sister and I are watching all the Scorpion King movies. It's got me thinking about past lives and Egyptian princesses. So I did some research. There's this thing called Past Life Regression (PLR). It pretty much helps you remember who you were in your past life and stuff like that. I want to do it so badly!! I mean, how cool would that be? I totally believe in reincarnation, and I'm seriously considering going to one of those session thingys. Well, I have to pee.

Yes, I am left-handed. In case you were wondering. But I bet you weren't.

Isaac, I would say this to your face, but the truth is--I don't know if I'm strong enough to. In all honesty, I think I've finally lost myself. For about a week there, I was totally and completely out of it. I was never angry at you, but I was pissed at the world. I was avoiding anyone and everyone. I hated myself, and I didn't want give another person the chance to hate me too. Yes, I realize I was a jackass, and treated you like shit. I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, it was mine. You didn't do anything wrong. Like I said, I was mad at the world, and everyone in it. I took some of my anger out on you, and you just kind of got caught in the middle. It was wrong, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, but I understand if you can't. I know I can't. But I want to give you a heads-up before this happens again. You chose to be a part of my life, despite knowing what's happened, and what's to come. I promise you that this isn't over. There will be more wars, and I can't guarantee that I won't lose it every now and then. I've already proved what I'm capable of. You were there. You saw the bullet leave the gun. Don't expect me to stay calm and colected--if you can even call me that now. Regardless, I love you, and I never wanted this for you. --Butterfly. P.S. Give your baby sister a kiss for me.

A few months back, my step-dad confiscated some fireworks he found in my bedroom. All I heard about for two weeks was how "I'm only fourteen and already he's finding illegal contraband in my possession." Ugh. Anyway, today he tells me to go outside and check out the colorful lights. I was searching around the driveway for ten minutes until he comes out with an already-lit firework that he threw at my feet. When I asked him where it came from his reply was: Remember those fireworks I found under your bed? I found them on my desk today!! Then he doubles over, laughing so hard he can barely breathe. Thanks, Jay. I feel the love.