Heh. I feel good. I just finished my first band concert of middle school. My flute wasn't playing a flat, e flat, or d. That was terrible and it made me really aggravated. But my friends made me happy, so I'm fine. I get really nervous. Anyway my boyfriend broke up with me today. I didn't really mind. Maybe it's because I was kinda dating him out of pity. Joseph called me pretty today, and was overall being really nice. I know he likes me. I might like him. Anyway I was able to hang out with Marcus. He's my eighth grade friend. I met him through my other eighth grade friend. His name is Mason. Sydney knows Mason from karate, so Mason and I are friends. Marcus is awesome. He plays baritone saxophone. I think he's really cute, but I don't like him. My sister just found out I have this story. Now I want to die. She called me cringe and all that. I'm just having fun. And once again, trying not to do my homework. Heh.
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My Stupid Diary.
RandomHi. The cover to this story is an actual picture of me just saying. Anyway I'm in sixth grade, a girl, and eleven years old. I'll explain more in the story. Yeah. Just read it I guess. Oh and btw, none of this will be false, all real experiences. I'...