My name is Grayson. I'm 17, 18 in a couple days.
I've always wondered what the rest of the world is like, outside of Riverbrooke. I live in a small, rustic town where there are about 270 people. I've always been kind of anti-social, to be honest. Always wanting to write, read, or draw, instead of doing sports like the other kids. I don't get bullied, but I do get teased a little, because apparently I'm "not normal".
I have black hair, and green eyes. I guess I'm okay looking... I've never really thought about it, and I don't care.
This may sound weird, but I've also never had a crush. I've just never found anyone attractive.
But that will soon change, at my 18th birthday. When you are 18, you are able to venture out of your hometown, and see the rest of the world. I've heard it's beautiful.
Oh yeah, and you find your soulmate. I've started seeing hints of a red string coming from my chest, stretching to the unknown. But in a couple days, that line will solidify, and I will finally know who I will spend forever with.
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Grayson has always expected to be normal, to grow up and have a family of his own, in a beautiful town.
And he's on the right path.
...But what if that all changes?
Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity)
This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's.
I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age.
I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself.
I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.