Dear diary,
This morning when I woke up, I didn't even want to open my eyes fully. I was too tired and my eyelids felt like they weighed at least 50 pounds each. I did manage to convince myself that eventually my mom would get me up anyways. I got dressed, ate, got ready, and made it to the bus on time today (unlike yesterday and the day before).
The bus ride seemed to fly by in a flash. People are usually all grumpy and tired in the morning, so at least I can say that I'm not the only one who feels like that periodically. I sat with some new kid this morning. Actually, they sat with me, but close enough. Sarah, I think it was. I don't seem to understand why she sat next to me when there were so many other options. I mean, this girl was the exact opposite of me. She had curly brown hair, a bright perky face, and the most beautifully comforting eyes I've ever seen. Why would anyone so kind and beautiful decide to sit by boring me?
She said hi, and I tried to say hi back, but I think I managed to mumble something along the lines of, "Hey... who are you?" I didn't think she heard me the first time, so I just repeated myself. I can now recall that she did say "Sarah" for sure, and that she was from California. Go figure. That's why she was wearing shorts and floral sandals in September.
Anyways, she was nice. Maybe I'll see her again tomorrow. She wasn't on the bus after school today, which kind of upset me. I was really having a good day, compared to what usually happens.
Jacob said good morning to me in homeroom! He looked up from his phone long enough to acknowledge my existence! That probably means absolutely nothing to him, but to me, it means the absolute world. I was praying all day for him to say something to me again just so I could hear his calm voice. He seems like he could be chill and totally relaxed in pretty much any situation.
To top off all that great news, Linda didn't even say anything to me today. Well, she did glare at me at one point in math because she caught me looking at her, but otherwise, it was an amazing amount of improvement. I really hope that it stays like that forever, as I enjoyed myself so much today. But as I usually forget, I can only get my hopes up so high. I'll keep them lower for now, or until I feel like I can start trusting my own judgement.
I wish for everyday to be like today was, diary. And I don't wish often. Maybe it'll come true.
Love, Samantha
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