Dear Diary,
Now remember the last time I said that being in Church just made me feel peaceful? Yeah, I was talking only about weekdays. On weekdays there are few people in church and no one is trying to look their best by 7'o clock on a Saturday morning. But on Sundays? On Sundays I hate it. I hate it because everyone is trying to look there best,in there best attires and some arriving in cars. It makes me feel little.
There is this particular family I can't help but hate. I hate them because they are just like by family but rich. They sit around me and every Sunday I can't help but compare us to them and we always fall short ( naturally). They don't seem like bad people. I just hate them because they make me hate myself.
I have an addition to junk food. My family keeps complaining about it and I can't blame them. I mean I use up a quarter of my salary buying junks. It started when I got my first salary and I thought,' Finally, I can get whatever I want' and now I can't stop. Even when I am done to my last card( I have already spent that on junk today:) )
Sometimes I think about just sending a link to my siblings do that we can finally talk and then I think,' Will they find it serious. Am I even serious? Is this just a ploy for attention? Am I making up this struggles in my head?' And I become so unsure of myself and I abandon the idea. Even if they never see this at least I have you.
That is all for today. Byeeee👋
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Dear Diary
NonfiksiThis isn't really a novel. It's my diary. I want to talk to someone but I don't know how so I'm going to write it all here. Maybe someone reads it, maybe not
