↳ ❝ Diary Enteries

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Entry 1 / Beautiful

SEPTEMBER 1ST, 1989.
Dear Diary,
I believe I'm a good person; You know, I think theres good in everyone, but- here we are, first day of Senior Year!
I take a look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself— "What Happened?"

We where so tiny, happy and shiny; playing tag and getting chased.
Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, baking cookies; eating paste.

Then we got bigger– that was the tigger! Like the hunds invading rome?

Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school this is the thunder dome.
Hold your breath, and count the days we're graduating soon! Collage will be paradise, If I'm not dead by June.

But I know, I know. Life can be beautiful! I pray, I pray for a better way! If we changed back then- we can change again! We can be beautiful.

Just not today.

Things will get better, soon as my letter comes from: Harvard, Duke or Brown.
Wake from this coma, take my diploma; Then I can blow this town.

Dream of Ivy covered walls and smoky french cafés, fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze.

But I know, I know, life can be beautiful! I pray, I pray- for a better way! We where kind before, we can be kind once more- we can be beautiful.

Dear Diary, Why? Why? Why? Somebody fix me, somebody save me, send me a sign God; give me some hope here, something to live for!

...And then theres the Heathers, they float above it all!

Heather McNarama: Head Cheerleader, Her dad is loaded. (He sells engagement rings.)

Heather Duke: Runs the yearbook, no discernible personality- but her mom did pay for implants.

And Heather Chandler: The almighty, She is a mythic bitch.

They're solid Teflon, never bothered– never harrases, I'd give anything to be like that.

And you know! You know, you know- life can be beautiful! You hope, you dream, you pray- And you get your way!

Ask me how it feels, looking like hell on wheels! My god it's beautiful, I might be beautiful! And when your beautiful, It's a beautiful fricking day!