Dear diary,
How do I even start this?
Well, I guess I'll explain why I'm writing to you. I don't really have a choice in the matter. It's either write in this or talk to a therapist.
And I hate telling someone I don't know too well things about me, especially personal things.
Anyways, I've been really stressed out lately so mom suggested I get a diary. Although that sounds really babish. But a journal sounds like I'm a reporter. Ew, I'd hate to be a reporter.
I want to be a doctor or something when I get older. I love helping people!
Oh, I should probably introduce myself, right? Ok, yeah.. I think that's what you're supposed to do.
I'm Charlotte, 16 years old, I'm a junior.
And this is the lamest thing I've ever done.
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I was at the hospital. Again. I feel like I live there. Mom said I'm starting to look worse. But I don't think so.
She just over exaggerates everything.
She thought about taking me out of school, but I refuse.
Speaking of school, as I was leaving, I ran into a boy who's in my class. I made up some lame excuse why I was there. He told me he was there for his grandfather, who has cancer.
The boy seemed to be very fond of his grandfather by the way he spoke of him. Which made me feel even worse for lying to him.
I felt really, really terrible as soon as I did.
I hate lying. But I also hate the pity party.
So, I told him my mom had epilepsy. I told him she had a seizure yesterday, and I've been here since then.
Which isn't a complete lie, but it was still wrong.
"So that's why you weren't at school yesterday!" he said. Only if you knew.
To be honest, I wasn't feeling too well. I ended up telling him I had to leave because my parents were waiting. We were really waiting for dad to finish with the papers and talking with doctors.
I realized that by the time I had gotten to the car I never got the boy's name.
--I woke up to a text message from an unknown number.
Unknown #: Hey, is this Charlotte?
Me: Uhm, yes. Who is this?
Unknown #: Have you given your number out to other people today? Ha ha !
Me: I haven't given my phone number to anyone today.
Unknown #: What? Yes you did! You gave me your number today at the hospital, remember?
Me: Um, no not really. Hahah, sorry? What was your name again?
Unknown #: Oh, I guess I didn't really make an impression on you then, if you can't remember my name. It's not like we met a few hours ago or anything.
Unknown #: I'm sorry, that sounded incredibly rude of me. Forgive me.
Me: No, I'm sorry. I just have a bad memory.
Unknown #: Right, well. I'm Harry. :)
Harry : Now, how's about that coffee date you promised?~Charlotte
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