Tuesday, October 4th, 2011

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by AlyJones

Dedicated to Trent

by AlyJones

Tuesday, October 4th, 2011

4:28 pm

Dear Diary,

Not much time to chat since I need to do my homework. (I have to write the definition to twenty words. Sometimes I think Mr. Jack has lost his mind.)

Today is Trent’s birthday. He’s fourteen. Mr. Jack should be back tomorrow. Who knows? He may be a no-show.

You know, sometimes I wonder about whether or not people really know me. I know a few people right off the bat who get what I’m about. (Jessica, Piggy, and my mom.) But, what about the rest?

Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know myself.

Which is fine. To me, not knowing can feel like flying. It’s amazing not knowing the little things.

I know the outline of my personality—the most striking thing about me that make me unforgettable. I’m an independant unit from the rest of the world. I academically an over-achiever. I strong emotionally, and I can take a physical hit without crying. I’m determined, and childish. I’m a bit motherly, and extremely protective.

I’m unforgettable and unique.

I’m me. Because that is who I want to be.

I love my flaws. I don’t try to be perfect.

But I try to think through what I say and do. (Though sometimes that’s really hard.) I always try to do and be my best. I’m a role model, and my actions can effect those who admire me.

Sure, it’s not easy being idolized (have you seen anything on TV?), but it’s a wonderful feeling to know that you’re doing so well that it’s almost impossible for them to do wrong.

I owe it all to my hero: My mom.

Love,

Alison

4:46 pm