Dear Diary - August 21

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I don't really know how I'm supposed to start this, but to start off I guess I should say I'm doing this out of recommendation from many people, and although I don't usually go along with what people say especially something like this I do enjoy writing and I mean it's whatever, as long as nobody knows about it right? A secret is what it is my family will never know.

So I guess I'm supposed to talk about my day, or like major stuff that's happened right? Well if that's the case I'm going to talk about the fact that I had a intervention today, yep and Intervention.

I know what you're thinking intervention so drugs, or alcohol, or some other super horrible thing, well I have news for you you're wrong. You know what I got an intervention for the fact that I haven't fallen in love yet or am even looking to fall in love at that. Now this could be totally understandable if want for one small fact that I'm sixteen and not like forty.

Ah yes why would it be a big deal for a sixteen year old to not want to fall in love? Well ask my parents, because I sure as hell don't know. Why do an intervention for something like, "your feelings" they even dragged my friends into it can you believe that, and to add on to that it wasn't even a good intervention! They didn't do any of those long mushy speeches that make you want to cry or anything like that.

All they did was wake me up from my nap, and then all basically said, "You're weird take this journal to write about your feelings." lovely people really. Now I guess I'm supposed to write how all of that makes me feel right?

Well... it makes me feel... nauseas that my parents are this worried about love, yep nauseas that's the feeling I'm going for.

Well that's the only exciting thing I have to tell you today, diary, I hate that, 'diary', I'm a sixteen year old boy for godsake, instead I'm going to call you journal, that cool? Yeah I like that, well then I'll see you next time, maybe it won't be so crazy next time, maybe it'll just be about how I aced the quiz and everyone else failed it. I just love it when that happens, see you later Journal.

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