I didn't want to have another fight with Kate and Itzel. I didn't. I was with my parents in another country, yearning for friends, and wishing that I weren't nine hours ahead of California. I honestly don't know how fight number two started, but I remember how it ended. When I went to sleep that night even the mooi Holland could contain my regret. Ik ben walgelijk. Kate... I didn't even want to be friends with her!!! She complains and thinks her life is the worst and we haven't (Itzy and me) experienced the type of things she's gone through. Just IMAGINE for a second prancing off to Amsterdam, leaving everything behind (including drie dogs.) If she could only KNOW how I feel right now maybe if there was a shred of empathy in her mind and soul she would understand, but at the moment, she's just boring old Kate who complains about every single little thing and hates me. We all hate each other. I'm sad/boos. That's all.