The Beach Massacre

Writing at the Beach:Beginning

Page #2 of Diary :

Dear,Diary.
I'm just Writing on the beach this morning,Absorbing the Day Of No clouds.We went on a sunny-short, beach trip,with my family.

Everyone,always Decides to Spread out and do their own things.Everyone has their favorite things to do. When there's no Work to be done.

I have to roll my eyes after that sentence of course.

I am the loser of my family,Very-short,I Mature slowly,more Mature on my own,alone,on my own time.Overall though Me and my cousins are like siblings.

I wouldn't know how many Cool things are on the beach here in my town. I sit in this one Spot and I think.

So. I decided recently when my cousins and I visit here... that I'd just stay out of the way. There was this time in my life when, I Just didn't know how to Sing a song,or let alone.
Let anyone touch me. I just can't make up words off the top of my head... or open up...
to anyone, out of Embarrassment.

Quiet is the way out,and hiding my "Dairy" of course. "Men Don't Have Journals 🙄."

A few "friends" whom did not Really know me...
*Pauses*

Well the Reason I Say "Friends" loosely,is because On our island,we Only seem to see them every once a year.They are from a Different island nearby.

"TODD" and "Esmerald".

*Sarcastically* Weirdos.
*Snickers*.

So anyways ,I once tried to join a piano sing a Along with everyone
(Cousins,Todd and Esmerald).
While our family had an amazing Champagne party, all thrown by-my multiple...
I don't know how many times,great-Grandparents,They were visiting...
They just annually Bring trust worthy Friends and Alcohol and Food to share with the Family and Friends just so, that we don't get lonely living this lifestyle. (Farming)
I'm surprised they are still kicking 😅.

I and my cousins Would Play Improv and Sing songs.After sneaking Some of the bubbly into the Attic.The Attic was where all the kids hung out,On the Terrace.

A Tan-shag-Carpet and No Telly.
A large window, in an all, crisp-white room with a Long-old,Dark-blue Couch.We'd all be dressed in the attire of our Parents choosing. Eck! Fancy. *Rolls eyes*.

I tried to make up something new,and Stuttered out of anxiety-of failing.I Babbled instead of talking, and Everyone Snickered.I stopped and Isolated.Then they told me,to just talk to them in private.If I had anything to say again,and that it is was okay to mess up.They basically encouraged my Shyness.

So I Now am 24 years old and a pure virgin.
Due to Shyness.
("Friends" And Family all Encouraged my Timidness)

Performance or Speaking loudly,around anyone for me is Quite embarrassing.So I tend to Always get my point across in Writing now. Homeschool is best eh?
*Rolls Eyes*

Welcome to my world.
A regular Sheltered rich kid.