Dear Diary,
Today was a horrible day. My true love , Jake has sent me away. He could have at least had the decency to choose a good boarding school.
We had pizza for dinner. I was excited to at least have something good around this place. Sadly, the pizza tasted worse than a hippopotamuses backside. I wrote a poem about it;
Pizza, oh pizza
Where aren't though been?
Did you sail on a sail boat
And sees to be seen?
Did your sauce become mouldy
And peepers not green?
How I wish you were good
As I had once foreseen
