09/07/14
Dear Journal,
Luke and I hung out today, and it was so awkward. He was trying to make small talk, but I wasn't in the mood to answer. The ride home was silent, but nice. But it wasn't silent when I got home. I totally forgot about my dad wanting me home right after school. So, here I am grounded in my bedroom, writing in this damn book.
So, I've decided to write how I feel each day in this journal.
How I felt today:
-happy because I got a good enough mark on my science project to pass.
-sad because the mark was still horrible
-depressed because of the memories...
-happy because I hung out with Luke, my acquaintance.
-angry because of dad
That's two happies, and three sads.
Sad wins <3
Hate, (not love.)
Kris
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bruised; l.h
أدب الهواة"can you pick me up" "sure, where are you?" "on the edge of a bridge, and i want to go home. i made a mistake..."
