The last week was a torture syndrome. I got three- THREE PARENT CALLS in ONE WEEK. I promised my self I would NOW write again till finals are over but here I am. I patted Sam on the head for the third time and I'm writing in a hurry 'cos I'm supposed to be doing geometry but I'm not doing geometry and reading DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL by Anne Frank (surely you've heard of her?) But any way WHY DO I ALWAYS GO OFF TOPIC?? I always- whatever. I've learnt to draw better and I made a manga and there were eighth grade awards and a class party and it was HUGE HUGE. And we all filled slam books.
I STILL cant draw hands and I cut my hair snip snip in FRONT OF MY MOTHER and she cried and I laughed and it was their anniversary and we went out to eat and the food was good and I laughed a lot and today was the chem exam and the last day of eight grade *sob sob* and I'm eating peanut butter biscuits and my hand hurts and I found Sam's sister on Facebook and there was this really cute picture over there and I think she's a really interesting person.
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The Wannabe Diaries [ONGOING]
RastgeleWhy be creative when my diaries from late middle school to the end of high school exist? Hope you enjoy the lovely, pure cringe. Names of places and people have been changed, obviously.
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