Journal,
I don't have many friends. I never really have. No one talks to me, shwester rarely visits anymore. The only time I'm more or less noticed is when I make any military effort. Most people say it's because I'm uptight. I'm not uptight, am I? I don't think I am. I simply don't find many things funny. Humor is for those who like to dilly-dally instead of work. I prefer the latter. Admin calls me a workaholic. I guess I am, but that's not a bad thing, is it? I just wish I could have someone to come home to again.
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Maria's Journal
FanfictionI will be making a mistake trusting my admin in not posting this.
