Dear Diary,
I figured it out.
The day was dragging on as tediously as the snail that patrols the front porch of our house, and as I let my teachers wispy voice fill my head with fluffy pink clouds of utter hysteria, I figured it out.
I didn't like Jasmine.
She wasn't rude or anything - or at least that's not the reason why.
For the past term I've been trying to reconcile what I feel and what I know. To grapple with and make sense of the two most contradicting ways of thinking at the same time - my head and my heart. It was like playing a game of tug-a-war with myself, in a sandpit that's been sitting under the Australian sun for a whole day, with the occasional idiot throwing sand in your hair. Or at least thats what it felt like.
My head told me I wasn't betraying them by being friends with Jasmine.
My heart told me I was, well heartless for - you just it - being friends with Jasmine.
You know what... I'll pick this up another time. Not really in the mood to write everything down just yet. Toodles for now!
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