So my birthday. Halloween. Ya, so what. My family said they were going to have a party. And then I would go to my friends house and watch movies. Didn't happen.
Halloween got a party. The entire family came over (cousins, aunts, uncles, my great-grandma, my grandpas). I had to take my little brothers and cousins trick-or-treating. My older cousin was perfectly able to, except that he acts 10 years younger than he is and he's grounded because he's bi. Doesn't make sense to me either.
I didn't get a birthday party. Only gift was from my cousin and everyone else forgot it was my birthday. I had an amazing party at school though. I love my friends. And cousin.
Does anyone else think that it's a little sad that people I had just met this year or last remembered my birthday and people I've known my entire life didn't? Okay. I was only wondering. Guess it's just me.
And just so you know. This book isn't some 'boo hoo, look at my sad life' or any crap like that. And I'm also not making this up. This is my real life and I just think its gonna help me. That it'll help others.
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A Diary For Me
RandomKinda like my diary. No criticizing please. No making fun of me or what I write. Won't be everyday. Some days will have songs. Others will be short stories. Ideas for stories. Others will be serious and what I really have to get out of my head. Feel...
