I've seen other people do this, so I thought I'd have a go. My pet's diary.
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Name:
God, I'm forced to write my own name in a dumb diary... I'm Kiley.
Age:
I'm proudly a 16 year old.
Gender:
Uhh? Is this a trick question? Does it look like I'm a guy?
Date of birth:
The fourth of April 1995, though I still don't understand why I need to write this...
Signature:
Really? Okay...
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Okay so I got this really dumb diary for Christmas. It sucks, badly. I wrote on my Christmas list that I wanted a new PC, but what do I get? A diary. Anyway, it's one of those blank diary things, and I decided I'd start writing... Not much to say really. It's the last day of school holidays, and I'll be going into year eleven tomorrow. Yay, sound fun. Not really. Anyway, my sister is being a pain, won't shut-up. Grr, really frustrating, and she keeps looking over my shoulder as I write this... I wonder who'll be in my classes next year. Hope it's my friends in most of them. If I get stuck with that up-herself girl, I think her name was Delta, in any of my classes, I think I'll scream.. And I promise it'll be very loud. Anyway, Mom's calling me, I have to go. I promise I'll write in you tomorrow <3
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Urgh, this sucks. Every class I have, Delta is in it, except Art Class. The only time I have peace... Anyway, she keyed my car today, and on the first day of school also. Grr, she surely knows how to make enemies. I hate her, and I'm sure she hates me, lovely, eh? Well, Dad got up me for letting her key my car, but how am I supposed to stop her? She's the most popular girl in the school, and does what she wants, whenever she wants to do it, including stuff like this. Met up with my friends today; Tika, Nim, and Harley. Great friends, each an everyone of them, the BEST. School lunch was really gross, as always; macaroni and cheese that I swear was made months ago... It was really plastic-y, if you know what I mean... Oooh, dinner, got to go. Write in ya tomorrow! <3
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God, I'm forced to write my own name in a dumb diary... I'm Kiley.
Age:
I'm proudly a 16 year old.
Gender:
Uhh? Is this a trick question? Does it look like I'm a guy?
Date of birth:
The fourth of April 1995, though I still don't understand why I need to write this...
Signature:
Really? Okay...
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Okay so I got this really dumb diary for Christmas. It sucks, badly. I wrote on my Christmas list that I wanted a new PC, but what do I get? A diary. Anyway, it's one of those blank diary things, and I decided I'd start writing... Not much to say really. It's the last day of school holidays, and I'll be going into year eleven tomorrow. Yay, sound fun. Not really. Anyway, my sister is being a pain, won't shut-up. Grr, really frustrating, and she keeps looking over my shoulder as I write this... I wonder who'll be in my classes next year. Hope it's my friends in most of them. If I get stuck with that up-herself girl, I think her name was Delta, in any of my classes, I think I'll scream.. And I promise it'll be very loud. Anyway, Mom's calling me, I have to go. I promise I'll write in you tomorrow <3
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Urgh, this sucks. Every class I have, Delta is in it, except Art Class. The only time I have peace... Anyway, she keyed my car today, and on the first day of school also. Grr, she surely knows how to make enemies. I hate her, and I'm sure she hates me, lovely, eh? Well, Dad got up me for letting her key my car, but how am I supposed to stop her? She's the most popular girl in the school, and does what she wants, whenever she wants to do it, including stuff like this. Met up with my friends today; Tika, Nim, and Harley. Great friends, each an everyone of them, the BEST. School lunch was really gross, as always; macaroni and cheese that I swear was made months ago... It was really plastic-y, if you know what I mean... Oooh, dinner, got to go. Write in ya tomorrow! <3
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