Dear Diary,
I have packed my bag and printed my photographs so that I can take them to Mr. Osbourne tomorrow morning. Sam and I have had the deepest discussion ever, it literally had me questioning my entire existence.
What lies inside the folders? Where do they exist? Do they exist at all?
Even though this sort of topics scare me-since I know I am not good enough at anything and I am somewhat stupid- I have this strange determination to ask Mr. Osbourne about this. He has always been a great second father to me.
I am going to show him the photograph I took of Sam, it is the most beautiful photograph I have ever took. Her floral skirt, the features of her face, the sunset and the birds flying by; it was magical to watch. I hope I can earn a good amount of money.
Sam is beautiful, she's the only person I hang out with right now. I am completely caught by her character, I wish I had such strength and the ability to turn pain into laughter. I wish she was happier though, her saddened eyes are sometimes louder than her ringing laughs. Her laugh is pretty lovely too.
24 days. Sam isn't like Angela. She'll never be Angela. I miss her so much.
Love,
Alex.
02/01/1948
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Teen Fiction1948. In an imperfect world, nothing close to reality, Alex finds his imperfect soul mate behind the machinery of Glennon Town's Factory. Though he believes he has found his source of eternal happiness, he drowns into his own miserable self and deci...
