Dear Diary.

Malcom has been having some money problems so I borrowed him a few thousand bucks. Zayn thinks he is a manipulative bastard but I think Zayn is jealous that someone is better at being a friend than he ever was.

I brought Malcom to one of the frat parties and my fraternity brother's weren't the least delighted. I don't know if they are racist or just jealous. There are alot of rumors about Malcom and myself which makes us good friends. I know how it feels to always be judged every moment with every move you make.

Funny thing that happened all week was when I decided to throw Mal a visit in Brooklyn. I was given the dirtiest glares and stares as I asked if they knew Malcom. Ofcause they knew him, he was a loud person, no one could ever miss that.

That's when someone told me that Malcom is known as Carti in Brooklyn which was quite funny. I later asked him that day why he had insisted I called him Malcom if he is known as Carti. He just shrugged and said 'I wanted to know how my name sounded when pronounced with a british accent'. There is no day he never fails to be sarcastic and I honestly think he is pretty cool not because he gives me discounts.

I'm such an emotional wreck. One day I'm awesome the next I'm feeling sorry for myself. I called Mrs. Owens and she said it was a good thing I have continued writing because I need somewhere to rant out all the bitterness bit I am not bitter or am I ?

Well honestly ever since the divorce nothing has been the same...

H.