Dear Diary(Rydon)

Chapter 1

October 11th

Dear Diary,
Spencer started getting worried about me again. He says I'm not talking enough. He says I should express my feelings more.

I told him I didn't want to. He decided that I should write a journal to write down everything that's on my mind. He says it will be good for me to let my emotions out instead of keeping them locked in.

I don't think it's going to work though. I'll give it a shot.

October 12th 7:10 am

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I walked to my friends Spencer's house on my way to school. He always wants to walk with me even though I hardly even speak.

He understands why though. Unlike most people who just pretend I'm invisible or think something is wrong with me, Spencer actually took the time to become friends with me.

Even though it took me a really long time for me to earn his trust, he didn't give up. He really wanted to become my friend. So I let him in.

Eventually I told him why I never spoke to people and why I had so many trust issues. I thought he'd leave me for sure.

Instead, he hugged me and promised me he would never leave my side.

He's kept that promise. Even though I am depressed and have serious anxiety issues.

I walked up to his front porch and knocked on the door.

I heard someone, probably his mother, yell out his name.

I heard some one run down the steps and moments later, Spencer came out.

He smiled when he saw me. I gave him a weak half smile in return.

"Hi Brendon!"

I gave him a little wave.

He looped his arm through mine and dragged me away from his house.

I know I never talk, but I do like listening to Spencer. He always has interesting topics.

Though today he talked about this guy he had a huge crush on. His name was Jon Walker.

I've seen him around school. I have a couple of classes with him. He kinda cute, but not really my type to be honest. But he is perfect for Spencer.

When we finally made it to the high school, Spencer gave me a hug and walked off. He was always the one kid who wanted to be at class early. Mean while I just sat in the cafeteria by myself.

Though occasionally this kid Pete comes and talks to me. He lonely like me but also has similar trust issues so we don't really talk that much.

Today he decided to though.

"Hey."

I looked to see Pete. He had his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. He sat down next to me.

"Hey." I responded.

Pete pushed his fringe out of his face though the attempt was in vain because his hair fell right back.

I studied his face trying to get a reading on him. I never could figure out why he'd talk to me, and when ever I asked he say it was because I seemed like a good person to talk to. That just makes me more confused because I don't really talk myself.

"Hey look its the emo faggots" I turned to see two of the high school jocks.

"Hey faggots, eyeliner is for girls."