A freak's Diary

First collection

⚠️(None of this will contain the names nor the personal information of the people I've written of, unless I'll have their explicit consent.)⚠️

Oh hey, I just had the idea of rewriting the diaries I've been hiding in my room. 🐥

Said this, I wanted to start with my first diary.

God- I feel I'd love to bury myself meters and meters below the ground. This is-

so embarrassing

I can't even imagine why I've written it.

Whyyyyyy 😭

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22th Dec. (I was like 10)
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Dear diary, my name's Sara and I'm probably like this- I think.

(Here I should probably put my drawing, but I'm not sure if I feel like doing it or not. Let me know)

At first, the idea of writing a diary seemed a little silly to me, but after a few days I felt a desperate need of it.

I had to vent for the too much math, the too-short school break, the anger of being forced to go to school every day from Monday to Friday!

Maybe you can understand me, dear diary.

Yours,

Sara.

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Well, what did you think? Actually...

In order to write that, I had to think a lot.

I wasn't used to writing much back then, I preferred watching tv or playing with my friend.

(We will call this very special friend of mine with a nickname, so their privacy won't be taken away. The nickname we'll use for this wonderful person is Dragonfly, because she's always been able to cheer me up like a little happy light in my life.)

Well, let's just say that me and this dragonfly were really close, we still are.

We used to roleplay in the school garden, just me and her. We picked up daisies and roleplayed as evil witches or magical fairies who could fly around and save travellers from a gruesome death.

We had a lot of fun back then, and every time I see her I feel happy.

(She still has beautiful hair by the way)

But perhaps I should put the second page of this diary.

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7th Jan. (The same year, lol,)
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Dear diary, today is the first day of school! I will see my Friends and girlfriends.
(Etc etc) but now, gotta go...
Bye!

Sara.

(little note: girlfriends is meant as girl-friends, not lovers)

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I remember how I wasn't exactly excited to see my classmates again, but somehow... I managed to learn quickly how to lie, in order to write in this diary.

The teacher, gave it to all of us as homework: every week I had to write a new section or page, which looked a little boring... To be honest... 'cause she was about to read it all.

(So no bad words or anything! What a fucking pity)