11:58 p.m.
I'm done. And I've never felt so proud of myself.
Making this is a process of unburdening myself. I felt the negative energy inside me transfer into my tablet as I work on it. It's like magic running through my fingers trying to combat the evils in my head, and ultimately I have won. I have extinguished painful thoughts my mind has used to torture by learning a form of sorcery called art.
But most of all, this made me realize how I want my old skin back. I want the beautiful brown color that other race covets, but I disowned because I wasn't proud of my own skin. I want the melanin that my body produces to withstand the heat of the sun without getting sun burnt, instead of the white skin that reminds me of my country's colonizers. If only my people would embrace our true color and stop discriminating, I suppose we would have made this place a little better than it is.
I'm so tired and my eyes feel too heavy. Good night!
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Dear Katharine
Teen FictionDear Katharine is the journey of a fourteen-year-old girl named Claire who is dealing with grief brought upon by the death of her beloved friend. Naming her diary after her late companion, Claire follows Katharine's last words: "to live the best out...