[Personal Diary Entry; 9/6/2012]
[Written in her diary.]
Dear Diary,
I promised that I would write you more but it's already September and I haven't written since July. I suppose it's been because I've been busy.
I met an old friend from Springfield recently. Well, he's technically more of an old acquaintance since we only played together once at a neighborhood barbecue. He stayed in my heart and my mind, however, perhaps because I had no friends at all then and because of the unfortunate events that happened afterward. I have been spending time with him lately and it has been nice to get back in touch with him after all these years. We went out for ice cream recently and I considered holding his hand but I know I'm lonely. I'm desperate for someone to see where I'm coming from and understand me but no one ever does, not really.
I'm still writing to Jimmy. His letters are a bright spot in my life and I always look forward to corresponding with him. He's a very sweet boy. I'm hoping he and Heather will hit it off, as well. I think every girl could use someone like Jimmy in their lives. The girls in his time are so lucky! I wonder if any of them realize what a gem they have in their midst. If they had any sense at all, they'd hold him tight and never let go.
Hmm, what else should I write down? I still don't like our principal but that's nothing new. Bitter old men like him have no business shaping the minds of future generations, especially ones willing to send children to face potential risk alone. I have no use for him as of yet but maybe someday I will. He got us in to see the museum's grand re-opening, at least. Maybe there are other places he could get us into as well if the need arises.
There's so much more to say but I'm short on time. I have plans for tomorrow night. Maybe I'll fill you in on the rest later when I have the time, dearest diary o' mine.
[The writing ends here with a quick, lazy doodle of a smiley face with devil horns below it.]
Dear Diary,
I promised that I would write you more but it's already September and I haven't written since July. I suppose it's been because I've been busy.
I met an old friend from Springfield recently. Well, he's technically more of an old acquaintance since we only played together once at a neighborhood barbecue. He stayed in my heart and my mind, however, perhaps because I had no friends at all then and because of the unfortunate events that happened afterward. I have been spending time with him lately and it has been nice to get back in touch with him after all these years. We went out for ice cream recently and I considered holding his hand but I know I'm lonely. I'm desperate for someone to see where I'm coming from and understand me but no one ever does, not really.
I'm still writing to Jimmy. His letters are a bright spot in my life and I always look forward to corresponding with him. He's a very sweet boy. I'm hoping he and Heather will hit it off, as well. I think every girl could use someone like Jimmy in their lives. The girls in his time are so lucky! I wonder if any of them realize what a gem they have in their midst. If they had any sense at all, they'd hold him tight and never let go.
Hmm, what else should I write down? I still don't like our principal but that's nothing new. Bitter old men like him have no business shaping the minds of future generations, especially ones willing to send children to face potential risk alone. I have no use for him as of yet but maybe someday I will. He got us in to see the museum's grand re-opening, at least. Maybe there are other places he could get us into as well if the need arises.
There's so much more to say but I'm short on time. I have plans for tomorrow night. Maybe I'll fill you in on the rest later when I have the time, dearest diary o' mine.
[The writing ends here with a quick, lazy doodle of a smiley face with devil horns below it.]