(Yeah those other drafts were kinda cringe- And it has had a few lot of rewrites that I wasn't satisfied with, but this is the actual final rewrite. But it's all still a work in progress, and here's a little preview of what I have so far.)
Entry 1 | Me and the others
9/12/20??, 1:21 pm
First entry. I know this is like, possibly the tenth journal I had for my entire life, but I still want to keep it clean and neat and proper- I don't know. I'm also keeping in mind to note the date and time I write this.
So let's get everything sorted out.
My name is Yuriy Kust. I am... 16? 18 years old? I have no idea. I don't remember when my birthday was but we celebrate my adoption day at January 5th. Yes, adopted. I still have glimpses of my original family, though the memory I keep holding onto was my father. I only remember his face and how much he cared for me at that time. I don't... remember how long ago it was. Time is weird for me for some reason and I think my memories are kinda distorted. Don't know why. It's always been like this and now I've just stopped questioning.
I keep this journal around just so I can note all the important details I've had in my life, since I tend to be forgetful.
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Old Drafts
ContoOld drafts from an old story about old friends. But for real, this story was named Old Friends, and is about three kids, but two being the main focus, and they struggle through their relationships and their past, and decisions on what to do in their...