9/09
Dear Diary,
Sometimes I think that people are like tissues. They come fresh and new and perfectly clean. But throughout their life other people keep blowing yucky bad stuff into them. [Okay, ew.] Then the people who gave them the bad stuff just throw them out. Every tissue comes a little bent. As they go through life they become even more bent. They get crumpled and so messed up. In the beginning they were close to perfect, but now they're so far from it. Every person is like that too. [Like I said, philosophical little shit.]
If someone ever publishes my diary no one will read it. [Oh, the irony!] It's probably the most boring one on earth. People want to read diaries like Anne Frank's. Not a boring average middle school girl diary.
I'm alone at home because I'm sick. I don't like it. I'm scared. At least I have Sylvester, Button and Rufus. [My two cats and my dog.]
Yours,
Paisley Marin
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Paisley Marin's Diary
RandomThis is my diary. I've kept one since I was in first grade but I'll start in fifth grade. The only thing I'm changing is the names. I hope that some of my experiences may help some other girls. The comments in the brackets are my commentary lookin...
