Dear Diary,
It's been a while since I wrote.
High school is over, it's all over. I won't have to see him, and his friends ever again.
I've decided to move. I've saved up a little from my job and I found cash hidden under the floor boards in my room. I don't know how or who put the there, but I'm using them to start my life over.
I hope all goes well.
Wish me luck.
Sincerely, recovering girl.