Jan 8, 2015
"Hey Missy! It's January 2015 and I thought why not give you a gift to start the new year! "New Year, New Me" right? Don't burn this honey. I love you! <3 Dad"
Dear
I have no idea why I'm starting this diary. Okay, maybe not a diary, but a journal. Actually, let's call you JL. (You know, get the first and last letter together? Yes? No? Okay, I'm stopping)
Dear JL,
I saw you on my bed and suddenly I'm forced by my dad to write this stupid thing so I can "let all my problems out" or some crap like that. Oh, and apparently this his definition of "New Year, New Me!", to write my turtling (my version of the f-word) life. How about No. And no I don't have problems, but I do have weird brothers. I mean, one prefers to be infront of his babies (A.K.A. his video game consoles and computer) playing Skyrim (I wouldn't blame him. That game is good.) while the other wants to sleep with all the girls in the world.
No exaggeration needed.
I think he has slept with everyone but May, my twin, and me. Yes, he even got the nerds and the one's with the boyfriends. He's the dickest brother in the world and I have no idea why I still love him. I blame the blood in my veins.
Whatever, I don't need to tell you anymore of my "problems". This is just something my dad wanted me to do. And I have no idea why I'm following him in the first place.
Bye JL.
P.S. Remind me to never touch you again.
With lots of hate,
Missy Grays
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Dear JL,
Teen FictionI remember the first entry I wanted to write. "So my wonderful father (not really) decided to give me a bright, pink, flower-covered journal (Ew dad why pink. I hate pink) as a gift for the saying of "New Year, New Me!" and to write my problems. I m...
