September 30
I met this nice guy today while I was at the library. His name is Daniel. He helped me find books on art and it turns out he is an artist, even though he hasn't been discovered yet. He was actually handsome in a boyish way. He's sixteen, not a doper (Thank God!), but not really square either. I am cautious though, diary, because my luck in love has been anything but spectacular. But I enjoy talking to him, and it doesn't hurt to be friends, right?
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Slipped Away
General FictionThis is the diary of a teenage girl's descent into the world of drugs. Mature content. Not for the squeamish. I do not own anything except my characters and this story. I wrote it from an idea I had, and I just rolled with it to see where it would g...
