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dear diary,

i've thought about giving you a name. it feels weird to address you as "diary." it doesn't seem right. i talk to you everyday, maybe even more than i do my own family and friends. i find comfort in this, as weird as it is. you're like a friend who doesn't answer back, but i still get what i need in return: the satisfied feeling in my heart as i've let out my thoughts for the day. i've been told this helps in the long run. something about making it easier to cope with everything that happened? i thought it was weird at first, to write in a book as if i'm talking to a person. over time, i've grown rather attached to you. is that weird? it makes me feel weird, definitely. i feel almost...relieved when i come home from school and finally have a chance to talk to you about my day. when i finally sit down and start writing the details of my day on a fresh sheet, it's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. it's better than any heartfelt conversation i've ever had. there's a certain intimacy about the whole thing.

i think i might call you gabriel.

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[elliott.]

∂єαя ∂ιαяу,

today was as great as any other day.
i woke up in my nice comfy queen bed in the hotel. i got up, stubbed my toe on my dumb algebra textbook, before going to my bathroom and doing my business. i grabbed my backpack and my soccer ball before i walked out, all cooly dress, into the hallway, where i went down the six flights of stairs for my daily dose of exercise. i said hi to my dad before heading outside and running down to the beach.
i kicked my ball around for a bit, juggling it on my legs and kicking it into the lame goal that Carlos had built a few years ago when he adopted me. soccer was my way of getting exercise, a way to take my mind off of things.
it was a way of focusing and controlling myself. I've told you about this before, diary, but i'll explain it again just in case this page is the only page found.
i have severe anger issues along with ADD. any bit of stress or too many things on my mind leaves me in a really bad mood, and I've gotten into a lot of fights because of it. my conditions are also the reason i was put up for adoption so many times and have been in many foster homes.
my personal tutor said i was getting better with my literature. he said my handwriting was improving and that with reading so many books, i would be learning very advanced vocabulary as long as i kept staying focused. having our sessions by the beach is a really satisfying way to learn everything. the calming sounds of the waves hitting the beach helps cool my head.
im really starting to like it here with Carlos and his many kids. Ashton and Sekhmet are nice to talk to, and so is Cleo and her wife, Ivvy, when they come around. i like how they treat me as if I'm normal and Carlos offers to buy everything i need. its a lot better than all my old homes. i think i can learn how to contain myself enough to stay.

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[snakescales]

username: SnakeScales

dear diary, xxxxxxxxxx febuary 13th, 4pm
another typical day. i woke up, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, and rushed out the door. the bus was loud as always, everyone always shouting.



Name idea Alexandria "Alex"

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10/13/2017
Dear diary,
Happy Friday the 13th. Some magical people say that they have good luck. Others, including myself, say it's bad luck. Let me tell you what happened...
I woke up at 6:00 as normal. However, I accidentally fell back to sleep and woke up half an hour later. My bus always arrives at 7:00 sharp, so I was rushing to eat breakfast, get dressed, brush my teeth, and get all of my textbooks in my backpack. I rushed out the door on time, but it was raining so I stepped in a puddle and I got my socks wet. On the bus, a kid threw a paper airplane at me and I ended up sitting in the back of the bus. The back of the bus is the worst, as the loudest, most obnoxious, and messiest kids sit there. When the bus arrived at the middle school, I got off and went to homeroom. In science, I sneezed and spilled acid on my shirt. In algebra, I was doodling and my teacher thought I was drawing. She has a very strict "no drawing" policy so she told me if I was caught drawing again (which I wasn't, I was doodling), I would get a detention. That sucked. Fortunately, I had band afterwards, my favorite class. I play the tuba, which is probably my favorite instrument because it's the lowest-pitched instrument and it has a fun name. I had lunch afterwards. They served mac n' cheese, which may not sound bad at first, but the school made them really bad and nobody wants to eat it. Everyone has to eat the school lunches, apart from the kids who have allergies. I sat with my friend Martin, who is extremely allergic to tree nuts, gluten, and soy. Martin's pretty nice. I met him in 3rd grade, or four years ago.
"Hey, Martin." I said.
"Hello, Oliver." He replied. "Are they serving mac n' cheese? Here, have my gluten-free cookie. That stuff is awful." He said as he handed me a cookie. It was pretty good, for a cookie without wheat flour. I barely touched my mac n' cheese, so I was pretty hungry when the bell rang and I had to go to gym. Gym was awful. We were playing basketball, and someone pulled down my pants in front of all of the girls. Everyone was laughing. Still embarrassed when the bell rang, I walked to my next two classes, which were pretty normal. The only good thing that happened was when my crush, Abigail, said hi to me. I said hi back and hopped on the bus.

So, that was my day. Yeah, not the best, but at least it wasn't terrible.

Signing off,
Oliver

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