My diary

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When I first wrote in my diary on my birthday yesterday I wanted to write more about what is going on in my life. It was 5:00 am and I couldn't get any sleep because I was too busy thinking tyrese. I would have thought that by now, that he would know what was going wrong but I guess not.

So I get up from my bed, then I went to get my diary. In it I wrote: I don't think I can take this anymore. I mean why is so many bad things happening to me. First my mother dies, then my father, then I have to live with my crack head new mother, then I have a boyfriend, then a little girl tells me I need to bring it down before she knock me out, and then I broke up with my boyfriend, and lastly you find me writing in this diary.
Sincerely, Brooklyn

After that I put my diary back and was finally able to go back to sleep. (Although it wasn't very much of sleep). The worst part is that in two days all the kids in this house including me has to get ready for school. And that's bad.

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