Journal,
Hey. I haven't written to you in a long time. A very long time. I'm sorry about that. My life is fucking crazy. It really is and I can't really keep up with you.
So this is my parting gift. I am going to share you with the whole world and anyone who wants to see. I doubt many will want to, but why not try it? I mean, I'm only a thirteen-year-old girl who thinks her life is shitty but it really isn't. I over exaggerate shit, except for in you, I have been completely and totally honest with you. I'm trying to be more honest with people now too.
I think I'm smart but I don't know anymore. I thought starting a journal would be cool but I couldn't keep up. I thought a lot of things, but I guess not. I'm taking four honors classes as a high school freshman next year. Maybe I am just stupid.
One last thing I want to say. I have started this new idea that I have had for a little while. The other day I went with Calla and Kelsi, and Harley and Mckenna of course, to go to Olive Garden to eat for International Women's Day. So we went out to eat or whatever, and I went home with Kelsi and Mckenna because they live with me, duh. On our way home, I saw a great number of homeless people on the side of the street begging for money. We were listening to a really sad song, and I don't normally pay attention to them in particular. Maybe I would acknowledge that they were there, maybe wonder about their lives before this. But I never really, REALLY paid attention to them you know? And I feel like a lot of people do that. But for some reason, this one time, we passed a man on the corner and I almost felt tears start to prick my eyes.
I don't usually cry about that kind of thing, but now I was almost starting to cry. So I finally decided what I was going to do. I was going to collect different items, put them in a little string bag, and then hand them out to homeless people along the roads, at bus stops, train stations, the food pantry, just anywhere that I could. I have more of this in my notebook but I'm not putting it into this because like I said I am going to share you with the world and I don't want someone to take my idea.
So that's it. I guess it's farewell. I liked doing this, maybe I will try again sometime later. You helped me journal. Thanks... good bye.
-Grace
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40 Days of Grace
Teen FictionThirteen-year-old Grace Rochester has lived a pretty hard life despite being only thirteen. Of course, it might be better than someone else's, but then again no one really knows what goes on inside her head. Finally, she decides that she wants to wr...
