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It's for the best

Well I finally managed some free time to get online and update my readers. The sad part is I can't even manage the time to read through my guestbook... I've skimmed through it but I didn't read it through too thoroughly. I'm going to get to that in a minute...

Just so you know, Kayden is doing great. He is an angel from above. I tell my baby everything and he listens. Mom, Carly and I went on a shopping spree the other day and bought Kayden the most beautiful bedset and some new toys. I'm finally getting the hang of the whole feeding process... It took a while but I'm ok. I've started working out aswell to get back into my normal shape. Things have been real hard. Usually I lay in bed crying at night when I finally get time to myself. My feet are sore from all the running around, my back kills from always holding the baby, and I'm just so anti-social. But what did I expect right? My friends barely stop by anymore. Thank God I still have my Kristah, she sleeps over every once in a while to help out with the baby, she loves Kayden to death and does whatever she can to help my family out. She's an angel. Travis is on a school trip right now and he should be home in a week. We still talk occasionaly on MSN or on the phone... He's a great friend, he's just really busy. He told me he loved me the other day and that he would always be there for me... He's so sweet. Aaron is his usual self. I'm so jealous of him. He gets to go out all the time with his friends and I can tell he gets annoyed at the little problems Kayden has. He hates when Kayden cries, but what is he thinking? Babies CRY! God he's so naive. He helps out a little, I could use so much more help though. We haven't been as close as usual lately. Seeing him alone with Kayden is so precious though... you can tell Aaron loves his son and would do anything to protect him... They are so sweet together.

That's about it... Carla's got lunch ready so I gotta go.

Oh yeah, about my guestbook. Things are just becoming out of control. Everyone is spending too much time defending themselves or stating their negative opinions instead of doing constructive things in their lives. I really do appreciate the positive messages I get from my loyal readers and the readers who stand up for me, but this is becoming out of hand. I made my diary public so that my readers would learn from my mistake and get a brutally honest outlook on my life. If you like it, I'm glad and I hope you can respect my message. I encourage you to keep reading and best of luck to all of you in your futures. Those of you who doubt me and who despise reading my diary, why are you spending your time reading it and stating your arguments? If you honestly think it's fake then leave it be and spend your time reading something you enjoy reading, something you believe in. You may not agree with me or my actions, and I don't expect all of you to. But all I ask is that you have respect for my diary because I am posting my secrets and thoughts for the public to see. If you don't like it, fine. All I ask is that you leave those who do alone. I hope at least some of you get something out of my experience, that is my only goal.

With that thought I am now closing my guestbook down. My diary was created for reading, commenting was a luxury that turned out to bring more negative than positive. I am sorry for any inconvinience that this may cause but at least now those of you who only return to my diary to post your negative opinions find something better to do with your time. Thanks again to all who have supported me through this surreal experience, again I am sorry for having to close down my guestbook, I am sure it's for the best...

Keep reading and I'll try and update as soon as I get the time!

Love you always and forver...

Allyson

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RIGHT NOW
Time: 2:17 p.m.
Date: 2003-05-03
Listening: Crazy in love - Beyoncé
Talking to: No one
Wearing: Joe Boxer pants... Zip up tee shirt
Hair: Braid
Feeling: Awkawrd