Sunday 4th September:
So technically, like every other diary would say, "this is not a diary its a Jornal".
Im Andy, 17 years, deep blue eyes, brunette, pretty much half Caucasian.
To hell with the introduction.
My little brother just ran into my room and took some stuff. Omg. This is a horrible holiday. Thank goodness its ending tomorrow. Can't wait to get back to Louisiana, the better i would feel.
Staying with grandma helps alot. Gives me the freedom to live. To breathe. And to get my heart broken again. Yes thats what i'm basically about. Heart breaks. Like my heart is made of ceramic or something, any guy i meet just lets it slip and fall to pieces, and the worst part is, they never help pick it up, what sort of heartless people crawl on the crusts of a round ball called earth.
I have to go pack my stuff. Cant wait to leave this dongeon. I don't understand how the children care agency let my parents breed kids in here. This is horrible. Grandma's is so much better.
Arrgh. Someone texted me. Its Tory. Lates babes!.
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The Diary Of Andy Miller
Teen FictionI know Andy Miller is a guy's name. But my parents are really way out of earth with these name things. They thought i was a boy but guess what I'm a girl. Well this is my diary. Im am an A-lister, beautiful hair, flawless skin, but a not so perfect...
