Dear Diary,
Today was just one of those days. I mean nothing bad or anything happened but it was just one of those days. My friend India was at school today. Gosh that girl makes me laugh so much. I could tell her along with Ebony and Destiny almost anything and I know no matter what they won't judge me.
I'm always the one being left out. For example when there's a big sleepover I'm never invited. It starts to make me wonder : what's wrong with me ? I'm a teenager and I'm going to make mistakes, but why aren't I ever included in anything? India's mom thinks I'm a bad influence on her. I've never done anything to make her feel that way. I can't go against her mom because I was raised better than that. Sometimes I know I can come off as little miss perfect but deep down inside I have some real deep issues.
I don't really talk about my life at home because well , it's not all that grand. When I'm at home I mainly stick to myself. I don't usually talk unless I'm getting yelled at. That's kind of why I am the way I am. Nobody got you like you got you. So when I don't get invited to places I just sit home and listen to music. It soothes me. Music has gotten me through sooooo many things. For that I am forever grateful. Makeups , breakups , heartaches and the death of my cousin. Ever since she's been gone things have been falling apart. But life is looking up. Things are getting better. My value should not decrease based on someones inability to see my worth .
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