Hey, there. Should I write "Dear Diary"? Nah. I'm probably too old for that.
My mom just handed me this pink and black 1980s looking thing (It's probably something granny gave her that she never used.). Mom thinks it's healthy to write down my feelings now that I'm leaving for college tomorrow. It's supposed to help me cope with stress or whatever.
I actually feel no stress at all. Nada! I am finally getting the hell out of Smalltown. Woot! Woot! Georgia is great but I'm sorry, y'all, farm life is just not for me. My brother Dante loves it here. I don't know why though. I think he's dated every girl in town. Awkward!!!
He can take over the family business. Peanuts, pecans and blueberries officially make me nauseous! Maybe some time away will cure that.
I hope I can sleep tonight. Hollywood, here I come!
Nope, I don't think I will sleep one bit. Gah!
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Porn Star Journal: An R-Rated Account of an X-Rated Life
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