I'M HERE, I'M ACTUALLY HERE!!!! I never thought this day would come, I thought Ella would make me stay home or that Derik, (pervy asshole,) would ask too many questions, and tell Ella where I'm going. But nope, which was surprising, because the whole house wakes up when someone steps in or out of the house. I'm not complaining, don't get me wrong, but something weird was going on in that house...
---8:26 p.m.---
I'm in my seat waiting, and waiting for it to start. He is meant to be on in four minutes. I'm so nervous, I think it's rubbing off on the people sitting next to me. I think we were nervous for different reasons, we were so close to the stage, if Shawn flicked sweat off of his forehead, we could feel it. I'm not even joking!
OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG!
IT'S STARTING, I'LL UPDATE AFTER THE SHOW!!!!!
---11:30 p.m.---
TH-THAT WAS SO AMAZING!! I touched his hand, I TOUCHED HIS MOTHER TRUCKING HAND!!!!! I WILL NEVER EVER FORGET THIS!! Well, unless I get Alzheimer's... no.. I will not forget this..... ever.
---Foster home---
--8:42 a.m.--
At the moment, I'm sneaking into my own bedroom, and I hear Ella and Dylan, my foster dad, talking. I may or may not be listening, but I'm glad I am, they're going to, wait, NO, STOP NO... just kidding, I have no idea what they're talking about. If you haven't noticed, I fail at almost everything. Except math, but that's besides the point. I know that they're hiding something, and I'm going to prove it...
---9 minutes later---
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, I hate everything. Ella comes running in the bathroom, thinking something happened to Derik, but guess what? THAT FUCKING TWERP PURPOSELY WALKED RIGHT INTO THE BATHROOM RIGHT AFTER I SHOWERED AND HE SAW MY.... well... areas.... BUT.... UGH, I'm so done.
WTF, Ella is yelling at ME for SHOWING him my stuff!!!! Why doesn't anyone take me seriously? Why doesn't anyone love me? Ethan did, but he's gone now. Who treats kids like this? Who wants kids like me? I'm a suicidal, ugly, dumbass who can barley spell Mississippi without bursting into laughter. Who wants me? Let me answer my own question, nobody.
---12:38 p.m.---
What has my life become but a bottomless pit you can't stop falling into? I've been into 13 different foster homes, and I've never been wanted. Ever. I can't stop writing in this FUCKING diary, it helps though....
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DAILY LYRICS :
When you miss me, close your eyes, I may be far but never gone....
WHAT IT MEANS TO ME :
I always have someone by my side to love me, even if I don't know that they do... if they're across the world, they will love you.
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---Dining room---
---6:22 p.m.---
"Oh hell no, you're not getting any food tonight!" Ella said, the bitchiest voice, which I hear a lot, but why did she call me down here if I wasn't going to eat? Because GOD KNOWS that nobody wants to have a conversation with me about my feelings and that's exactly what Fairs' do, they talk about their 'deep thoughts'. So I stood there... and stood there... looking like a potato while they stare at me, eating potatoes. Then Ella FINALLY said something, "We want to talk to you about some stuff." My, 'oh shit' face was on. I was thinking 'they're kicking me out, I knew it, I'm done, out, kapow, dead, just like Ethan' But, Dylan just blurted out "We want to adopt you, no, let me rephrase that. We ARE going to adopt you, because you WILL sign those papers."
Kapow. I'm dead.
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What Are The Chances
RomanceEver think your reason for living would pop up at your door? yeah me neither, but that all changed when I, Emilia Somec, had Shawn Mendes on my doorstep asking for help, and you may ask "what did you say" the obvious answer was "hell no".
