The Journal of L.V

January - Sunday

Dear Journal

Hello Journal 

UGH!!

09/01/2020

I have no idea how to write a diary/journal entry.

So why do I own a journal in the first place you ask (inanimate objects cannot speak, debil)?

The answer to that question: My mother is making me write in this journal .

My mother is always going on about the fact that, like my father, I do not express myself or my emotions at all.

Which I suppose is okay for her to be a little antsy about. It was the reason she and my father got divorced in the first place.

Let me explain: My father and mother are very different.

My mother, Elaine, is very vocal on her feelings.

She is also very affectionate and generally very happy-go-lucky.

My father, Anatoly, is the opposite of my mother.

He barely ever talks about his feelings.

He is quite cold in nature and he isn't very affectionate.

So you wonder, how is it that my mother and father ended up getting married to each other?

According to my mother, my father was that mysterious, but rather sweet man that no woman could resist.

According to my father, my mother was the one woman (who wasn't his relative) who genuinely enjoyed his presence and cared about him.

And thus, a relationship blossomed.

They ran away to Canada, eloped, and then they had me (not necessarily in that order) 

Mother said they were mostly happy, until my father's tendency to not be affectionate made her feel unloved by him.

My father had felt that he couldn't satisfy my mother in any sense, so he had felt inadequate .

In the end, they had gotten a divorce when I was ten years old.

 Last year, my mother started dating this "nice" man named David Matthews.

I say "nice" like that, because David's nice is the type of nice that shouldn't be trusted.

He seems like the kindest person on the planet, but you can tell that what he says and what he does doesn't match his true intentions.

Regardless, my mother got married to David last month.

And now I have a step-father and three step-sisters.

I'm not bitter about the whole arrangement. I just don't trust David and his daughters are pretentious idiots.

I suppose you're wondering about my father.

He is doing quite well.

He adopted a ten year old Aboriginal/Inuit boy named Peter (best little brother ever).

Dad doesn't mind that my mother remarried. He's quite happy for her actually.

Dad is still single.

According to him, no one has caught his interest.

According to me, he is still in love with mom.

But whatever.

Alright, I almost forgot that I didn't introduce myself.

My name is Lizabeta Lucille Volkov.

Most simply call me Liz.

I am fifteen years old, but a lot of people say that I am mature for my age.

I am half Russian (on my father's side) and half French (on my mother's side).

I am considered as cold, aloof and a bit of a genius.

Do I consider myself these things?

Maybe.

-L.V