Today I'm going to try something new. Something that every teenager has tried at least once in their life. No, it isn't weed. Its not sex either. Although both of those sound quite...interesting, they're definitely not as serious as this. I'm going to try to write in a diary. I've tried before, but only when I was like eight. Nothing really happens around that time. Well, I learned how to properly ride a bike then. The only reason it took me so long to learn was because I was afraid of wheels. Like, it was a serious fear of mine. I have no clue how it started, but I literally pissed my pants the first time my dad set me on a little princess bicycle. Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that an eight year old's life is nothing but Barbie dolls and nail polish. It's not really anything to document. I thought I better start now, before something completely awesome happens and I miss it. It's summertime and I'm sixteen. Things should start looking up for me. Actually, I got a compliment today on Facebook. That's a start, right? Who cares if it was from an Arabian dude who looks like he's forty? Who cares if I can't pronounce his name at all? Well...I'm a teenager living in a world where anything can happen. And I want to remember those things.
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Teen FictionToday I'm going to try something new. Something that every teenager has tried at least once in their life. No, it isn't weed. It's not sex either. Although both of those sound quite...interesting, they're definitely not as serious as this. I'm going...
