Dear diary,
There are many times in life, where we do something which we'd never thought of doing. For example, this.
Writing a "diary."
I cannot believe I'm doing this.
Okay, first of all, this isn't technically a diary. I'm too broke and lazy to go buy a new diary, which (to my discomfort) will have a limited amount of space to write/rant in and I'm pretty sure 98% of the teenage population doesn't have a font size 10 handwriting. So, that's that. So I brilliantly *cough* decided to write in papers.
These letters, however, aren't addressed to anyone. They won't ever be delivered. I'd rather die than have someone read these. It's just for mum's satisfaction that I'm writing these. I (here I quote) "do not talk much and am depressed." According to her. Well, she's wrong. I'm not depressed. Sometimes, yeah, I do feel lonely. But mostly, in school at least, I'm surrounded by my gang. They aren't bad. They crack me up throughout the day so that's fine for me.
Anyway, there are better things to do than writing a diary. For example, watching the moon. Sounds weird, but do you know how much you can learn by watching the moon? But mum seems to think that reflecting my thoughts and recounting my day will help me. What I saw in mum's eyes was undecipherable and stopped me from arguing further.
Mum's calling. My very first "letter" is done.
S.
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HEY
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Parallel
RomanceHave you ever loved a person who you knew you couldn't have but the smallest flicker of hope lived on anyway? ________________________ ________________________ Parallel is the story of two stories which run parallel to each other - a beautiful, for...
