My one and only diary. The one thing that keeps my anger down. The one thing that keeps me from punching everyone in the face. If I had no diary, I'd be in jail by now. My Mom has had enough of me failing my grades, and being violent, so she goes and buys me a diary to write in. Psh, I don't need no diary! I can handle myself! But, no! I've got to express my feelings into this piece of junk from the Dollar Store! Yeah, maybe this will help me, maybe it won't. Wouldn't you like to know?