[jx.nie]

dont mind me eue

[toccata]

Name:
Keliah

Gender:
Female

//Entry #1\\
December 25th 2013
So, yeah, hey journal, I dunno what else to do with you, but write,
so I guess I'll tell you what happened today.
IT'S CHRISTMAS AND I GOT A FLIPPIN DIARY I MEAN REALLY.
Sorry, I don't want to hurt your feelings. Wait, what am I doing,
being sorry for a piece of paper's feelings. Do you even have feelings? What am I doing.
Asking a journal something. Just be happy I'm actually writing in here. But whatever.
Let's just say, I actually like having somebody to talk to. All the other girls are just...
too chatty. Hmm, let's give you a name, yeah a name. Oh, I've always wanted a friend
named Katherine. Yeah. I'll name you Katherine. But I'll call you Kathy. So Kathy,
guess what's on my mind.
Oh yeah, you can't talk back.
But anyways,
So... I think I might get friends! I think I might fit in.
I've kinda been a rebel... of sorts.
But, there's this new guy, who came up to me today,
at the park, and he's like, hey, don't you look like the rebel,
and I was like. "Nope. Not really" they were teasing me, and the girls
at my school, were, let's not say completely ticked off. But
enough to come over and say things that aren't true. I liked it.
I liked the happy feeling. Maybe if I just clean up my act,
I could have a few friends? Maybe?

//Entry #2\\
Janurary 9th 2014
Kathy, the same guy from yesterday,
He came up to me, during school to me.
It's so weird. He just walked up to me, looked at me.
He said "Pfft, you just got lots o' friends, you could do a fine touch up."
and walked away. A fine touch up? What?
Oh, my brother is coming in, can't write anymore, gotta hide you.
See ya Kathy!

[bullie]

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[hokage.]

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Name ;;
The names' Jeffree, and no I don't have any nicknames. I love my
name and although it may seem like a common name, I am quite fond of it if I
do say so myself -giggles- it's fun to say too. Well, maybe only to me, but
try saying it five times fast, it sounds funny.

Gender ;;
I'm a guy and proud to be one. Maybe I don't have
the male vibe to me, but doesn't mean anything to me -smiles and curls my tail
around my legs- sure I act a little and look a little different, but I'm still a guy,
sorry if you don't like my style.

Journal Entry 1 ;;
4-13-2011
I've found a new place to play in today. It's a soft green meadow and the smells of sweet flowers are
everywhere here. It's so quiet though.. It feels dead even though everything here is so alive. Every
once in a while I've been seeing these three deer. There a big one with large antlers, then one a
little smaller but it doesnt have any antlers, and theres a little baby one. They're all so calm and
this place is so peacefull.. well back to my day I suppose. I was going to go and see my friends today,
but they didn't want me to hang out with them.. they said I was weird and that I looked like a girl.
My mum always tells me to not judge a book by its cover. Shouldn't we be the same? I mean, I
know I don't look like everyone else, but why is it such a bad thing? I like the way I look and that's
all that should matter to me. I'll find friends who will accept me for me, can't be too hard right?
Well, until next time.
¸.•¨¯`* ♥ Jeffree

Journal Entry 2 ;;
1-19-2014
Agh! What to write about.. this is the last page in my journal. Wow.. I can't believe its been almost
three years since my first entry, and reading back on that it's amazing how much I've changed.
I have so many great friends now, but yes I still look the way I looked back then only older. I told
myself I wouldn't change because of the thoughts of others and I'm so glad I didn't. All of my friends
love me for who I am and even though there are still those who laugh or make fun of me, I don't let
them phase me. I'm special and unique in my own way and that's what makes me who I am. I can't
believe how this has turned out though.. I have so many amazing people in my life now who love me
for me and I love them all. Now, slowly but surely, I'm reaching the end of this last page. But let me
finish with this one thing. Right now I'm sitting in that meadow from the first day I started this journal.
It all looks and smells the same, but now when I look around, I see that baby deer from before grown,
now with his own antlers and a family of his own. And let me tell you, I absolutley love this.
Goodbye for now.
¸.•¨¯`* ♥ Jeffree

[monstera]

Name:

Daedalus, pronounced day-dal-us

Gender:

Male

All Journal Entries are written in Anthro

Journal 1:

September 3, 2001
Age 7

8:18 a.m.
Well, today is my first day of third grade. I can't believe that I was the only one to actually skip second grade, and move right from first to third. Of course, I am quite nervous for this event. I am a year younger then everyone in the third grade- that and I don't know anyone. Maybe I can make a few friends…
hopefully.

10:12
Uhh, well, I did meet a few people today. I tried talking to them, introducing myself to them. Though I was persistent with telling them my name was Daedalus, but for some reason they weren't really able to get it into their mind what my name was. Instead, they kept saying I was, "Gay", or "Saber". I don't really know what those words meant, so I disregarded them, and now here I am, sitting at my desk, writing in my journal. Hmm, maybe I will find out what these words mean today…

12:00
Ahh, its lunch time now! Well, I actually just finished my lunch. If I were still eating, how would I be writing? But anyways, I tried sitting by those kiamaras I met earlier at lunch. Though, they said, and I quote, "Oh, sorry Saber, but this table is full." Now, to me I could see several open seats near them. I decided not to pester them, and instead went to sit at a different table, alone. Oh, hey, I can see them coming over here! Maybe they wa-

2:36
I'm sorry this entry was written too late… those kiamaras were actually very mean! They stole my journal right out of my hands as I was writing! I finally told the teacher and she made them give it back to me. I can't believe I thought they could have been my friends… Oh my, I feel like an idiot! I don't even know why I'm writing in this anymore… They are just going to call me Gay and Saber again.
Speaking of that, I figured out what those words mean…

5:15
I'm home now. I've finally decided I officially hate third grade. Oh, how I wish I could be in second grade with my friends! Uhm, I'm not sure if I will be writing in this much anymore. I really want to make some friends… and this journal seems to be one of the few reasons why no one will respect me. So, goodbye for now, my friend.

Journal 2:

February 17, 2014
age 21

10:37
Oh hey, look what I found! Ahh, so many memories came from this journal. Of course, some were good… others were bad. Oh my, I can still remember those kiamaras from third grade. Haha, you should have seen how they acted around me when I soon became friends with nearly everyone in my grade! I actually somehow became friends with many of them over time. I think they soon realized that because of ones appearance doesn't matter, and that who they truly are inside is what matters.
Now I must go for a while, though I will write more in a bit.

4:18
Hello again! Ahh, I guess it would be nice to catch up on everything that has occurred within my life over the years? Well, I was able to graduate from high school, and now I am taking a few college courses in architecture. Wow, the things that have happened over these years. To think someone like me was once bullied day in and day out, and is now preparing to earn a Ph.D in architecture. You never really know what can happen in such a short time-span.
Well, I have to go once again. Hopefully, I can get back into writing in this journal. I would enjoy to come back to this in my old ages, and read about my adventures through life.
So, I will see you soon!

edit 1;; adding ages & fixing an error

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
BOYS AND GIRLS

~ COME SEE ~

THE
H O R R I B L E
THE
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THE
I N C R E D I B L E

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B E A S T

~ OF THE ~

E A S T
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N A M E ❉ Ariel "Little Lionheart" ❉ G E N D E R ❉ Female

● 15 years of age ●

I remember being alone in a scary place, where everyone and thing was bigger than me. I remember big, angry eyes looking down on me with disgust, and I never understood why. I remember being kicked around by my superiors and bullied by those my own age. And I remember feeling lost, but not necessarily abandoned; I had a place in the world, I just hadn't found it yet.

Then, one day, a strange man in extraordinary clothes walked by and saw me. He spoke with me for a bit, then introduced himself as the ringmaster of a traveling circus; "The 8th Wonder of the Word". He took me under his wing and taught me how to perform, which wasn't difficult; just act like my character, "Beast of the East", for half an hour, then help out backstage with the show. And I'm still doing it today.

Today, like every other day, I put on my collar and plastic chain, then wait in my "cage" for the audience to show up. You pay five dollars to come in to see the pre-show; a small tent with all sorts of odds and ends, like me. My cage is one of the exhibits, and my act consists of me basically standing there and acting like some sort of primitive beast, too vicious (or stupid) to understand compassion or emotion or anything.

Over time I've grown very fond of the the Ringmanster, and I think he has as well. He's nicknamed me "Little Lionheart"; he said it means I have the courage and heart of a lion. It makes me feel better, considering the character I play is a heartless coward.

I enjoy my job, I really do; I have a place now, a purpose. I don't feel as lost as I was before I joined the Ringmaster and his circus, and people come to see me, not ignore me like they use to. Although, it's not all that I would have hoped for. Even though they come to see me, they don't necessarily like me. I have to stay in character the entire time, which means I'm... well, a monster. People glare at me, look down on me like I'm too stupid and disgusting to be worth a second look. I didn't notice it as much when I first joined, but now, things are becoming more noticeable. Or maybe I'm just opening my eyes a little wider.

● 25 years of age ●

I'm sick of this ever-lasting merry-go-round. Which is to say, metaphorically, my life; at first it seems like the best thing in the world, something that you never want to end, but after a few rounds, it gets dull and you begin to feel sick to your stomach. That's me. Welcome to my life.

I've been feeling frustrated and trapped lately. I couldn't handle it bottled up inside me for much longer, so I had to find some way to vent it. Well, here I am, writing down my feelings and thoughts that won't matter, because no one is going to see this. I won't let them. At least that's a comforting thought; I can write whatever I want.

Basically I did what I do every day; my damn job. I don't feel like explaining it because I think I mentioned it in a journal a long time ago. Besides, not like anyone will read this, right? Exactly; all that matters is that I know what I'm talking about.

Anyways, I did what I do everyday... actually, what I've been doing everyday since I was eight. I still get those murderous looks of disapproval at my uncivilized act, but like the Ringmaster said, "Always stay in character, Little Lionheart." He's been calling me that same name for years now, and it's starting to get on my nerves.

Speaking of the Ringmaster, I've been thinking more about him. Like, my relationship with him. When I was younger, he was almost like a father figure to me, and I think he might have felt the same way. Sadly, as it goes in every freaking sob-story, things take a turn for the worst. I feel like our relationship has somewhat... degraded. I've heard of stories where a person is held captive for a long period of time, removed from modern society. The only interaction they ever have is with their captor, and they become so desperate for some sort of social interaction that they begin to love the person that caused the entire mess. I feel like that's how it is with the Ringmaster, how it's always been; he took me away from finding my true place in the world and molded me into the shape he wanted; made me feel like he was my best friend. He wasn't though, and he never will be. Like I just said, he took me away from finding my true place in the world, because, despite what I said as some hormonal teenager, I haven't found my place yet. You know how I know that? I'm not happy. As a kid, yeah, of course I was happy; I was in a better situation than what I was in before, but then I began to realize that this lifestyle isn't all it's cut out to be.

I've realized I need to get out of this situation, which is why I said at the beginning that I felt trapped. I am. Those bars I stand behind for thirty minutes twice a day? That's what's keeping me in. And the moment I'm able to shake away the frustrations and regrets so that I finally fit through the bars, the Ringmaster comes and shoves me back to square one.

But I have. To. Get. Out.

I said that I was lost, but not abandoned; my place is out there, somewhere, and I will find it one day. I thought the circus was it; that it was that easy. I was wrong though. I have to leave, keep searching. I need to shed my disgusting title, "Beast of the East", and forget my nickname, "Little Lionheart". That's it. I've made up my mind.

Some kids escape to the circus, but now I'm escaping from the circus.

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[koegami]

i am carnage. My true name, is classified. Mind backing off now?
xx
kiamaras name » Brandigin Fang. Also called Carnage
kiamaras gender » his gender is male.
xxx
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» entry one xx Brandigin and Quincey xx Bran's love «

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[Friday, March 17 -- 12:30 pm -- age : 8]
Hello again Quincey. How have you been? Mom just got you for my birthday. And I have something to tell you. I'm growing up! My new teeth have come in, I'm sooo excited. And in school I made a new friend. My brother doesn't like her, but hey, what can you do. I approve, but my bigger brother doesn't. He says to run while I still have the chance. Because life isn't going to be the same after this.

What do you do Quincey? Oh, and my brother is taking me out hiking to see the stars. I wanted to bring you with me, but alas, bro said if I wanted to keep you until I get old like ma, I need to keep you here. But don't worry, I'll hide you under my pillow for safe keeping. When I get back I'll tell you all about my trip. Bye Quin!

[Later this evening -- 7:45 pm]
Hi Quincey, I'm Carnage, what most call me anyways. I am not some stupid, extra terrestrial Kia with a mean/lean side to him. I'm laid back enough. But this one day, before I realized that the ''tough people'' life wasn't for me, but more for my older brother, I had gotten himself hurt and while out on a hike with my big-brother-saviour. The realization that I may never be able to see the spotlight again, made me think a little deeper about myself and find out who I am inside.

It's not the appearance of people that should matter. It should be how they respond, think, and act towards you that matters. Right Quincey? Like I was telling you before, today, I fell off a ledge and got hurt. And my brother saved me. Wanna hear it Quin! I love my bigger brother soo much! When I see him I tell him I love you. Even when His friends are over. I still do it. He thinks I am out to bug him. But I'm not, I really love him. Ok, here goes:

Quin, you wouldn't believe it. It was so hot out there. I couldn't stand it. I was literally going to rip and claw one of these trees off and use it to fan myself in a minute. Or pass out from exhaustion and die of heat stroke. I never, ever, remembered it being so hot. My brother walked with pride. Like there was An invisible forcefield around him and everything was just bounding off it. Leaving him untouched, unscathed, and defiantly, unphased by this notorious weather.

''Bran! Come on, let's go.'' I remembered hearing him bark to me, a ways ahead of me. I was a little wobbly. ''I'm coming bro-brother!'' I told him with a chirpy voice, quickening my pace, trying to catch up with my brother with those little legs of mine. Once I got to him, his gaze was downcast. I was panting hard. All he did was turn and continue on. I groaned, I was too tired Quin. ''We have to make it to Cross Point before sundown. Or risk having to return home.'' There was a pause.

''I thought you wanted to see the meteor shower tonight?'' He growled to me. He glanced back at me out of the corner of his eye, it was kind of scary. There was something gleaming in those eyes of his that just made me shiver. I nodded. I did, but, I was just soo tired. All I remember was walking up a ledge, and something shifted out from under me. I slipped and fell off that high rock ledge. I didn't even have time to scream.

Everything went silent and I remember this confusing and hurting pain that just hurt, hurt, hurt. After a bit, I remembered waking up and looking up into my older brothers eyes. Their blue and pink vivid depths were swirling with emotion. Concern, anger, and a little bit of respect. My body filled with pride. My brother respected me! It's what I lived for. What I strived for. I tried to sit up only to realize that I was sitting up, well propped up against a rock.

Quin, I tell you, I felt like I had another saber ram me in the bosom with those fangs of his a thousand times. And I still lived. My brother was murmuring soft words of encouragement. He was washing my leg. It hurt so much I cried. But my brother looked at me again, with only a grin this time. Honest, I thought he was chuckling at me. I think my brother blushed at me. In one of those ways where my eyes go huge and I pout. That way.

I noticed it was dark out and we were at Cross Point. When I tried to ask him how we got there, he just covered my mouth with his tail and 'sushed' Me. I saw something flicker across the sky and see the sky and the land in my brothers eyes. It's reflection mirroring in his eyes. It was pretty. I could just watch them. I looked at the sky when he raised an eyebrow at me. The meteor shower started. I remember we watched it together and I fell asleep on him.

And then I woke up here. I think my brother loves me now. Despite his tough guy disguise. I saw through it. Quin, I hope you get to meet my brothers diary. He says he doesn't have one, but it was big and it had words in it. Like words I don't understand. It was heavy. It said ''History.'' It must have been a diary of his history then.

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» entry two xx Brandigin and Quincey xx Bran's broken heart «

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[April 18 -- 5:35 am -- age 19]
Hello again Quin. I haven't seen you in along Time. Glad to see you again old friend.

Trust me, I haven't forgotten about you. But now, there is something I want to tell you. I've gotten bigger and I am 19 now. I don't ever wanna leave you home, so you come and hitch a ride to work with me. Now, I'm probably guessing your wondering what happened to my brother. He's fine, all well and happy, though mainly he's gone off on his own and I have too. Now back to the real deal.

Quin, I'm in love. I found a Kia that I love soo much. But the thing is, it's a guy. To be honest I... I really don't know what to do. He doesn't know it, and I don't want to be picked on because I'm gay. But it's just another preference. Like people are apart of one religion all together and they just broke off into separate ones. But in a way we're all the Same. Quin, I want to ask him so bad. He was such a nice friend to me back throughout school.

And you build those relationships throughout school. So I'm going to go ask him. Thanks for your help. You've been there for me for so many years. Thanks.

[Later this evening -- 6:23 pm.]
I'm so glad. He accepted me for who I am. He said yes, although I'm skiddish with going through this relationship. I have such a good friend. Well friends. You and him. I talked to my brother about it and he doesn't seem to mind. He says it's ''a bit Wierd but if it makes me happy then I should go for it.'' Last month yesterday was my birthday. I was soo happy my family and friends came.

I was nervous about doing a party but my brother and friends nudged me along. I'm not even twenty, and life is already interesting. Honest it is. Now, saying that, I don't know how he will react to me having a diary around with me. Your my friend and I may let him read you one day. Granted, I let him read it. I'm sorry to have written so much in you that I have to add paper to you alot.

I just love you. Now onto my worries.

Quin as you can see, I'm getting older and almost out of school. I was having trouble and ma held me back to two years. Anyways, I'm having problems with talking to people. I had been bullied through out school. I'm sorry I never told you. I just thought..... no, there's no excuse. You deserve to know. Some people are calling me gay. Like in a bad way and picking on me. They are so mean. They were picking on my eyes and my fangs and even my feathers and my brother didn't help me.

He stood there and watched, like he was fighting a waging war with himself on weather to claw them or help them out by shouting insults. It hurt. I thought brothers were supposed to stand up for you and love you no matter the cost. Well, that didn't happen here. I hate him for iTunes, but I forgive him in a way. Because if he did he would ruin his reputation of being the school bad boy, and get picked on for helping some looser like me.

When we got home that day, I didn't talk to him. I knew he felt bad, but to be honest, I...... He just.... made me sad. I locked myself in my room and buried myself in my sheets and cried. Not to be all sappy or anything. I cried because everyone cries now and again. No matter how tuff they are. And it's true, everyone has a breaking point somewhere. We just have to break it. Find the key and unlock it.

[August 24 -- 2:24 am]
I'm broken hearted now, my mom died. It.... it's hard now. I miss her alot, and now, my brother has moved back home and I broke up with my boyfriend. The pain is killing me. It hurts woo much. Oh Quin what do I do!? I can't go on. And Big Bro says Suicide is out of the question. Now what? Everything hurts. I haven't slept or eaten in days and I'm skinnier that a twig. My brother knew what was going on.

He told me to take it easy and he'd help me through it. To be honest I wasn't to sure of that. I.... I'm alone now. bro says I'm too big to have you any more and says that I have to get rid of you. I refused though. Your my love. I love you and that's all that matters. I just hope we can move on. Your my best friend Quin. Any days I'm sad I will go and read you over again.

He also says that my feathers remind him of the beach so when I'm feeling better were going to go there to relax and try to get rid of some pain. I'm looking forward to that. Thanks so much Quinn for helping me though those tough years abs beyond. I love you Quin. Stay with me forever will you? Don't ever leave me like big bro and mom did.

[thelabradorr]

Name;;

Fry, like the food

Gender;;

Female, of course just look at me

Journal Entry1;;

Journal Entry2;;

Reserved

[slasher // twig]

Name: Kiana
Meaning, Ancient
Gender:
Female, I could see her as both genders but although people might make her male i could see her more feminine but still a tom-boy.
Journal Entry1:
Dear journal,
I am 6 years old right now and its the day after my birfday. I luv my gifts and my parte was reelly fun
Journal Entry2:
Dear Journal, I haven't written here for...10 years maybe? ...

[boxcarr]

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I_ A M_ D I F F E R E N T

N A M E:
Kian - Key-on

G E N D E R:
Male [♂]

K I A N' S_J O U R N A L:
Kian ____________________________________________________________________Age: 4 ½
Hello Journal, today I broke my tooth. Mama says it will grow back, but I don't believe her. Some of my classmates
called me a Snaggletooth! I hate that name.They already call me names like Saber and Fangs because of my teeth.
They also make fun of the way I talk. They don't know how hard it is to say stuff right with these teeth. Mama says
they are just being bullies. I hope that one day I can be a super hero so that they won't bully me anymore, and
everyone will think I am really cool. I already have my super cape Mama made for me, but I don't know how to fly yet.
My big brother Jean keeps saying that I'll never be able to fly. I think he is being a bully, too, but still have to love him
because he is my brother. He has teeth like mine too, but he didn't break any. He says it is my fault for breaking it.
I say it is gravity's fault for breaking it. I was flying today for a very short time after I jumped off the swing-set, but
then I fell and hit my tooth. The teacher says I'm not allowed on the swing any more. Maybe she doesn't want me to
try and fly any more. I hope she gets attacked by robbers when I am a super hero because then I would go and save
her and she would have to say sorry for not letting me be on the swing set. Mama is going to take me to the dentist
now. She says he won't be able to make my tooth grow back with magic, which makes me sad. I hope he can anyway.
P.S. Mama says I should say hello to people and goodbye because it's polite. Goodbye, journal.


Kian ____________________________________________________________________Age: 19
Wow, it's been so long since I've seen this little book... I can't believe we actually found it. I must say, a lot has
happened since my kindergarten tooth-breaking experience. My right fang is still a little less pointed than my left one,
but that's alright. I've been told it gives me a 'rugged' look. The rest of school was a bit of a roller-coaster ride, and
mostly spent in the principal's office, especially after I bit that kid in grade 4... I still feel pretty bad about that, despite
the fact that he provoked me by convincing the class I was a vampire. Biting him didn't help get rid of that silly rumor
but it certainly stopped anyone from making fun of me again. Well, except for my brother who continued to torment me
about my super hero costume. Oh that poor costume went through so much... Though it had the superman symbol crudely
stitched on the front [my mother was never really into sewing...], it was only 'super' at getting spectacularly dirty. Gosh, I
remember when Mom threw it out. I was devastated and wouldn't talk to her for about a week. Sometimes I really wonder
how she managed to put up with me and Jean... At least he could manage to stay out of trouble a little more than me.

I seemed to be particularly danger-prone as a kid. After breaking my tooth in kindergarten, I broke my left foot in grade 7,
and got attacked by a dog in grade 9 when I had a tendency to wander at night. I guess that was my 'rebellious' stage. I was
fresh out of middle school, and into this new place with so much more freedom... Poor Mom had to deal with me not coming
in by curfew, sneaking out in the middle of the night, getting into skirmishes at school [thankfully no more cases of biting].
I wasn't much of a fighter, but I had developed quite the silver tongue that got a lot of unwanted attention. My attitude was
through the roof, closely followed by my ego. Talk about embarrassing... Thankfully my Mom got a lot stricter on me after
Jean graduated. With only one of us running around in the house [and Jean no longer setting stuff on fire], I guess she felt
more in control. I straightened out a bit after that [funny choice of words] and graduated with some acceptable marks.

I had two friends in that senior year [grade 12], Sarah and James. They were great, and they were the first real friends I
had. Right before we graduated, Sarah told me she had a crush on me. I don't know how I managed to get that far in my life
before I realized I wasn't straight... I guess I'd never really stuck around anyone long enough to think about mushy stuff like
feelings. I figured out I had feelings for James, and told Sarah. She was totally fine with it, and we became really close after
that. She eventually got me to tell James. He turned out to be a homophobic jerk so we split ways pretty quick after that.
I'm still a bit sad that our trio shrunk to two, but Sarah and I have kept in contact and are 'thick as thieves' as my Mom would
say. My Mom was accepting about it, and my brother just kind of laughed and asked me why it took so long to tell him.

... Okay, not to sound like a teenage girl or anything, but the other day this guy was hitting on me and it was the best
thing in forever. I was getting coffee at this little shop, and the bartender thought I was a girl. Embarrassment aside,
he was kind of hot, so I went with it. When he heard my voice he looked so shocked - what I wouldn't pay to have a picture of
that expression! Gosh... Anyhow, I played it all cool and flirted back. I was so smooth, I kind of shocked myself. I guess I've
still got a bit of that silver tongue on me after all. I even got his number. His name is Cabarro, and he's asked me on a date.
I think my life may finally be looking skyward.

Sorry this is so long - I guess I have a lot to get off my chest. Not that you really mind, you tattered, water-stained book...
You're all caught up now, Journal. I had hidden you away, lost you, and found you again after 15 years. Man, time
really does fly [unlike me]. I don't really know what I'm going to do with this little book now. I suppose I could keep it, but
I'm horrible at keeping things like this updated, plus I'm fairly sure my college roommates would never leave me alone if
they found out... Until next time, Journal. Sayonara ~


[I would like to thank Flowerdust for letting me know about Jean's personality. <3]
-- Thank you for reading --


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