Marsha Dusenberry's Halloween party.

That bitch. She flirted like a banshee at the goddam party and then told me tonight on the phone that she went in and laughed. GOD JESUS CHRIST! It makes me want to scream. God, I'm so mad. She could laugh at me because I was mad at her for giving me that shit. Christ! I crawl to her. I apologize the next day for being mad and then I find out she was laughing at me all along. I can tell you I goddam well wouldn't have apologized if I would have known it. Shit, that's the meanest, lowest, rottenest, shittyest thing she could have possibly pulled last night. Oh hell, I actually can't stand it, it makes me feel so shitty. I'd like to slap her face for feeling that way, for ridiculing me at the SAME GODDAM TIME that I was feeling so low because of her. God. I can't express the hate, malice. Goddam her for that. If I could think of a way to get back - if I could - but I'll never because I like her too GODDAM much! More than she likes me, way way the hell more, she treats me like shit and it kills me. SHIT! WHAT THE GODDAM HELL CAN I DO?