March 12 2022, Dear Diary...
Go fuck yourself.
Just kidding. I don't know what to write in this stupid thing. I had many Diary's like you before, but someone has always gotten a hold of it and told everyone my secrets. Or I just end up throwing the Diary away cause of how stupid you are...
Anyway, hi. My name is Y/N. I'm a boring 12 year old pre-teen. I'm not special, is what I'm trying to say, and I'm okay with that. And not like a cute part of Germany either, but cow and horse shit. Like, my village won the grand prize for most smelliest smell in America for a bunch of years in a row now, so...
Ms. Merphy made me promise to do this. She said it might help with my moods. I keep losing my temper. I don't want it to, but it just spills out. And now no one knows what to say to me. Not even the guidance counselor at my school. I mean, she's pretty alright, I guess. Even if she does smell like an old hippie.
Anyway, here's to a normal middle school experience, what ever the fuck that means.
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I Am Not Okay With This!
Teen FictionThis story is about a child named Y/N and her diary. This diary was given to Y/N from her therapist, thinking that this diary might help Y/N. In Y/N's diary she writes about what happened to her today (real life time) and what her thoughts are. Y/N...
