Sunday Dec 1.
It's the first day of the last month of the year. <---- That's a really unnecessarily weird way of saying its December 1st. I guess there was no point in me saying that, but then again there's no point in me saying a lot of things. I wonder what would happen if I lost this journal & someone read it. They would probably think I'm crazy. Or maybe they'd think I was fun. If anyone does read this I hope I at least entertain you.
I'm supposed to be doing my journal entry for class, but my minds all over the place right now. I'm having a hard time finishing most of my thoughts. My mind is scattered kind of like the things in this journal. That's It!!!
What I love #5
I love my journal. It's a place where I can be me but still escape the world. I don't have to read to get my mind off of life. If it makes sense, writing about my life distracts me from whats actually going on. When I write in my journal I feel happy but mostly I feel normal or happy. I think the to words are interchangeable.
Normal = Happy
and
Happy = Normal
~Meiko
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Mieko's journal
Novela JuvenilMieko is a not so average senior in high school. She has no friends, and her mom is barely ever around. Her life revolves around the stories she reads day after day. Her life literally feels like it is falling apart, and she finds comfort writing in...
