What I hate.

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I like to imagine my life is a movie. That I'm the protagonist, soon to be in a love triangle. I'm the strong and beautifully charming who puts all secondary characters to shame.

But..the truth is. I'm stuck in the middle. I'm one of 5 sisters, the rest are 4 boy crazy, loveable lunatics. And ive actually come to believe that I'm the only senseable one in this story.

There are plenty of things I dislike about this movie of mine, for instance, me always being busy with my job or dance to hang out with my sisters. Much less my boyfriend. I feel like I've been told how uptight I am too many times in my lifetime.

No matter how hard my parents work it always seems a bit too hard to get more than food on the table or anything extra. It really sucks. And plus, all my sisters are so involved with this boy on TikTok. I forgot his name... hm. Eh whatever, what do I care.

Well, I just know it makes me slightly annoyed how people can "fall in love" with someone who's too busy playing fortnite to answer their DMs.

Ok, I'm ending my entry here.

Good night diary.
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I stand up with strength. Taking deep breaths as I prepare myself to get ready for a surprise I planned for Xavier, my current and very realistic boyfriend. I decided that today I was gonna give him my first kiss.

I had decided the time was right. I shift my weight slowly and softly. Trying to ignore and rub off the goosebumps on my arms. I then tried walking forward, bending down for a moment in front of the mirror to grab my heels.

My hand slightly brushed the carpeted floor before I stood. My youngest sister Victoria was leaning outside the doorframe. "I wish you luck Misty." She winked at me with a smirk on her face. I chuckled, "I'll be home in time for dinner."I said. She nodded. Then walked away. I set off towards the outside of my room, stubbing my toe on the door frame and wincing.

My toe was already sore due to the fact that I had hit it on that same damn doorframe like 50 times already that week. And I'm barely home.

I shuffled out the door, into my car, and to Xavier's house.

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