Friends? (Phanfiction)

Wise..I guess?

January 5, 1999
   Sorry, I'm not the best at sticking to something. In fact, I'm not good at anything to be honest. I wanted to start this diary sort of thing to talk about my day and maybe make me feel better that I was able to vent, but it's just turning into a bunch of jumbled up thoughts and emotions.
  
   Well, I guess I'll just start off from the beginning, since my last entry in here was pretty much a flop. Hi! I'm Phil ^*^ Awrf, I call that little face a bat face! It just reminds me of one okay! No judging here. Anyways, I'm 12 years old. I'm that kid that all the adults call "wise beyond his years." They say it's because I know more than I should about the world around me, but I just think it's cause I'm not as immature as the other kids in my grade, whateverrr. Welp, I've grown to realize that this world sorta sucks, at least for me. It's a place where dreams get turned into forgotten memories. This word makes you tired, and makes you learn to hate people. It's almost as if you can't even trust someone anymore. I don't know how people could just be so FREAKEN (zazzed) HAPPY :/! I can't even give people a genuine smile because why should I do something that pains me? Well, I think all of this jabber is enough for today.
              Signed,
            Phil @_@