Dear Diary,

Dear Diary, how am I doing

Dear Diary,

Landon called last night. He said he was foolish and stupid and I'm not clingy and he's just scared and he misses my laugh and my soft smile. I told him I was too tired. I think her understood because he said "Oh alright Randy. I understand. When you're ready, just call me. I'll always be here for you, Randy. You're the first, Randy. The first." then he said good bye and hung up.

I'm not used to being the first, diary.

I'm used to being second or third or fourth or last. I'm not first.

I'll never be first.