Dear Diary

Dear Dairy - 2

June 3rd, 2018.

Oh my god, oh my god, Dear Diary. Caleb said hi to me! He said hi! And no, I am not writing this in the bathroom stall. I had to write it down so I didn't forget. I would perhaps never. HE SAID HI!!!!!

Here's to another slow horrible day, like usual. I got a boring biology teacher, Amanda being a b***h to me like always. People still call me weird. After all, having my nose stuck in a book is like all the time. I never drop a story, it's always in my mind unless I am writing, which is right now on the bus on my way home. It is always very quiet in this one because I usually stay after class in the library and after school and take the later bus and the quieter one. Less chance of getting touched by a stranger on a quiet bus and the bonus is you get a seat in the corner where nobody can annoy you. It's great, isn't it? It's also always the same bus driver. There have been opportunities where it wasn't him, but he always sees me, and always knows which stop I stop, which ticket I get. Always likes to crack a joke. Those really make me laugh.

He is the sort of man who has children and a wife, with a ring on his finger at home. I'm sure his children would love him and get weirded out whenever he cracks one of his dad's jokes. I just find it funny. My dad nowadays is always on business trips. I barely see him anymore. Mum is always so busy with Layla and Alex with his exams that she has been helping him well along. I don't complain, a bit of peace is great. Plus, I'm not alone. I have this book I can write. And it's great.

Usually, I write about boring things about what I eat every day. It is a bit boring and when I have nothing to say, pages will stay blank. It is a little bit weird how I can write so much today. That's almost 2 pages now! It's one of those days. I can't think of more to write. Is there anything else I should talk about here? umhhh.... I can't think of anything. My mind is blank right now, so I guess we will have to see tomorrow or the day after. We will never know.

Mia.

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June 10th, 2018.

Caleb is actually the biggest jerk in all history, gosh. I now hate him with all my goddamn guts. What's wrong with my freckles? They are an important part of my appearance. They are marvelous! It gets even better in the summer because they come out more, and they are very beautiful. He is so rude, I hate him now, I hate him, I hate him, I freaking hate him! He is no longer my crush! What kinda person insults a girl like that? Calling me an ugly chickenpox lady. ugh! Good riddance. He doesn't deserve me anyway! At least we know he will never find a girl like that by insulting them. I don't even know what happened. .... Oh I know! F@cking b@tch Amanda obviously. How the hell could I not notice that they could be together. This girl perhaps talked sh@t about me and made him talk sh@t and insult me too. tch. Yeh, a couple of years goes to them for being little goddamn rats!

At least, I have my books. Perhaps my only friend here, I found that I love writing day by day. It almost became something I have to do every day, just talk about what has happened every day, it feels nice to sometimes let out whatever you have in mind. With dad gone, mum being absent, nonexistent friends, this diary helps a lot. But I did need a new one soon. I will have to try to find a new one soon. Perhaps I can find the same or one similar, or maybe one with my initials! Mum and dad should have given me two!

Sigh, oh well. I can go to the after school if I need to.

mia.