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Dear diary,
Mum said I should start this diary to express my feelings. I'm not sure she knows what's going on exactly, but she knows something's wrong. Anyway, I wouldn't tell a soul what I'm writing. I have trust issues. And it's kinda embarrassing. So I guess I'll just write it down.

I can't help being me. To my parents, I'm their little princess. But seriously, I'm sixteen! At least I'm not their little ogre or something like that. That's what they call me at school- and worse. No one likes me. I'm Teresa Green,the plain little geek that everyone hates and avoids. No one wants to be my friend. No one wants to hang out with me at break. No one will even glance at me in the corridors.

I would really like a friend, though. Or at least someone who will actually look at me. I've got mousy brown hair, grey eyes and horribly huge glasses. I'm not that pretty, in fact I'm quite plain but I'm not that ugly. I can't wait to leave high school.

Night diary,
Teresa ✨

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