Okay, maybe I misjudged this whole diary thing. It's not so lame, and not much different than my stories. In fact, I can tell you things average people wouldn't believe and no one can call me crazy. It's just a dumb diary after all, right?
Let me tell you what my grandmother told me ever since I could remember.
She said all the females in our family's bloodline (that means me I guess) are special. We can dream with our eyes open, see the unsightly sights, hear the inaudible, and feel what no ordinary human being will ever get to feel. I learned that every plant has a purpose on the Earth, and every life a purpose, and our purpose was... Well, maybe I shouldn't say. Maybe that's a little too much. I'm not saying she could possibly believe herself when she told these fables, there's no doubt in my mind she was pulling my leg just like with Santa and The Tooth Fairy, but she did have that scarily serious expression on her face when she told me those words.
Anyways... Where was I? Oh yeah, the past.
We used to make medicine out of plants, and grandma healed people with her hands and it was called Reike or something pronounced RAY-KEY but I could never do it. We would sit and meditate and try to detach our spirit from our body but I was no good at that either. I would always gett too distracted-- or maybe it was all just a bunch of crap.
Either way, I was raised unlike anybody else I know, and all I wanted to be was normal. People looked at me funny when I asked if they wanted to come over and crush medicinal leaves or hang lavender. Some kids laughed when I crossed my legs and meditated before nap time.
Ugh, now I'm angry about it all. I'd better go.
Later, Diary.
-The Hunter
