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Dear Diary,

How am I suppose to begin writing one of these entries? I think I had one when I was, like, ten. I feel like I'm gonna make this relationship awkward between us, you know? That's how most relationships with me go. I'm Rachel and I'm antisocial. I'm not quite sure who the hell you are, so I think I'll pretend I'm talking to random people through these entries. But, for today, you're Diary. So, today, my sister just delivered the news that she is coming home to visit us from her ' trip '. Yeah right, fucker. How high were you when you actually thought that we believed it was just a trip? You probably got your self stuck in a rut bankrupt and lost your dumbass boyfriend, Mike. Why do you keep that deadbeat around? It's not like he's doing you any good. Why not ditch him like you ditched your family so easily two fucking years ago? " Because he's not a bad guy! ", yeah right! You deserve better, Lia. It's Lia's idea to start this diary thing, too. She said that for the past two years she's recorded everything from everyday in journals with pictures from her Polaroid. I guess I can look forward to that, right? Right. I can watch her being slowly sucked into heroine and Corona. She probably lost a lot of weight and looks like Lindsay Lohan, now. Lucky. Not Lindsay Lohan, but losing weight. I'm fat. I'm 5'10 and 168 pounds. I need to lose weight by senior year If I'm ever gonna get a boyfriend...or friends for that matter. I have to go, Mom is calling me for dinner.

- Kitten 6/5/15

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 08, 2015 ⏰

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