dear journal,
my mother had given me this "diary" to help me. I have no idea how this will help, but she said that I needed to get my ideas, problems and such out of my head and into something. anyways, I hate only being 15. it sucks. being a freshman in a high school full of druggies is horrendous, because I do not want to become part of that crowd. I mean, have you seen them?
I'm probably one of the most shyest person you will ever meet. yet, journal, you are my only acquaintance. nobody has tried to befriend me, because all I do is curl up and read books. I get lost in them. it's my way to escape reality. others like to smoke weed in the bathrooms, smoke in class, and get high whenever, where ever.
can you believe that, journal? why, if I worked at the school, that would all change.
anyways, I have the biggest crush on this boy named jordan. he's perfect. he doesn't know who I am, though. even if he did, he would probably make fun of me like all or the populars. I don't fit in. oh, how I wish I could! maybe one day, journal.
see you later.
