[capricorn.]

T H A L I A ~

U S E R N A M E Jellybean, but you can just call me Bean. I am currently a proud non-owner.
This kia is unique and amazing...I think I've found my dream kia ^.^
I really don't expect to win this, but anyway, I can try.
N A M E Her name with be Thalia.
J O U R N A L . E N T R Y . O N E
A g e > 9
Alright, so it's cold outside and my brother, my mother and my father are staying at a hotel tonight because they got snowed in. I'm home alone, and the electricity has ran out. I've found a candle and some matches, so at least I have some light. The cold night air is starting to creep in and it's making me shiver to the bone. I don't know what's going to happen...the door is locked and I can't go outside...and I can't ring anyone. I hope the snow will be cleared soon, so everything will be okay. Okay? Everyone at school laughs at me because...of my well, teeth. I think they are quite cool, but everyone always avoids me. I don't know why I'm different...but how do I put this? I like being different.
J O U R N A L . E N T R Y . T W O
A g e > 19
Oh wow, it's been such a long time since I've wrote in this thing. I just read my last entry, and the memory of that day makes me shiver, but thankfully I survived the night. Today I am packing up my things to go to college, and cleaning up my room. I guess you could say that's how I found my journal. I've packed all my favourite belongings, a cute rainbow beanie which I've had since I was eight, and a tiny china bumble bee. I've been a real tom boy since I've turned 11, I got disgusted and all these horrible pink things...you could say. I love being somewhere far away...where no one can stare and me and whisper, "look at her teeth."
Yep, my teeth are still like this. I think they will be this way forever. There we go, everything's packed, now my Mother's calling me downstairs, I have to go now. I'm sorry, but I just can't keep writing in this journal forever!

--- Thalia

[.Toboe.]

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- "There is maybe one type of machine
------------I’d really like to be able to work on someday.
--------------------------------It’s my dream, my ultimate goal..."
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- R E A D -B Y -
.Toboe.

-- A B O U T -T H E -W R I T E R -
- NAME: Kazuichi
- GENDER: ♂

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Entry date: January 21st, 2001
Age: 9
Mood: Tired, but happy!
Dear Diary,
Today, I went on my first field trip with my class!
We went to the zoo, and learned about lots
and lots of cool animals.
We had to do a dumb paper on what we
learned once we got back though :c
First we saw the monkeys, cause they were
closest to the door. They have long wiggly
tails like us! Teacher said that they use
them to grab things and hang in trees.
I wonder if we can do that too
(Note to self: try it later!)
I though they were cool. Next we saw
the big cats. There was one the size of
teacher! They're big and scary,
and loud. Lots of the kids were scared,
but I wasn't, cause I'm tough and brave.
We looked at the fish after that. They were all
so pretty, and fun to watch swim. I could
have sat there watching them forever!
But Teacher wouldn't let me, we had to break
for lunch. After lunch, we looked at the
ancient animals section. There were
dinosaurs, and big birds, and big cats too!
The saber toothed tiger had big fangs just like
me, and the kids teased me, and called
me things like tiger-boy and dinosaur.
They wouldn't stop it, and I was really sad.
I wanted to cry, but Pa said a true man
never cries, and I wanna be a true man!
Last we saw the aquatic animals.
I was super scared of the alligators,
their teeth are even sharper than mine!
The seal was really cute. I tried to climb in
and pet it but Teacher said no. After
that we went back to school.
I was really tired, so I fell asleep on
the bus! And speaking of tired, Pa says
its lights out. Till next time, diary!
-Kazuichi

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Entry date: June 29th 2014
Age: 22
Mood: Nostalgic
Dear Diary,
It's been a long time since I wrote in a diary.
I've done a lot worth sharing, but Pa took away
my diary when I was 10, and I haven't seen it since.
Only now, 12 years later, am I finding it while
I pack up my things and move to my new place.
My own place. I'm workin as a mechanic now,
just like my old man wanted me to.
It's a fulfilling enough job, but it hasn't
given me a lot of time to work on my own
passions up till now. But I've got something real
exciting to share with ya, so I figured it deserved
an entry in this old thing. I'm finally chasing my
dream of making my very own rocket ship!
Not one of those dinky model rockets that go up a
few hundred feet and crash back down,
with the little guy in a parachute.
I mean a real live rocket. Ready to take a voyage
into space kinda rocket. I've just finished work on the
sketching, and welding up the frame. It's taken
me a good year or two to do just that,
but it's slowly and surely becoming a reality.
I'm really doin it,
I'm grabbing for the stars and nobody's gonna stop me.
Not even Pa, much as he might want to. I'm
my own man now, and I'm gonna
make the greatest rocket this worlds ever seen!
Maybe I won't ride in it, but just makin it is enough for me.
I've wanted to do this all my life, and nothin is
gonna change my mind!
Maybe I'll start keepin a regular diary again,
to mark my progress. I'm runnin outta room
on the page, so this is gonna have to be
all for now.
Ever a naive dreamer,
-Kazuichi

Yeah, it's a rocket!
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- "Yeah, it's a rocket!
------------It's the biggest and the fastest...
--------------------------------That's the machine of my dreams!"
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[seijuu]

Name: Ver {Vera without the "uh" basically}
Gender: Fluid {usually female pronouns}
Journal Entry1: I almost lost a feather today. I honestly could care less, it's the mangled one that clings to my tail. I hate it, but, you know how it is. A promise is a promise. Gotta keep it on. How I actually almost lost it is the interesting part: I was in another scrap. Mama always said to never call 'em fights, cause it's always one sided. I take a couple blows and wait for the ignorant creature to let off the last of their steam. It's a kickin' job, being the lightning rod of the universe, but it has its perks. For instance, people always underestimate you. And it's easy to work around them, take advantage of them if need be. You know, I didn't expect this journal to quickly become the obnoxious narrative of yet another stereotypical teen's "struggle". But guess what it's shaping up to be.
Journal Entry2: I never dated dorks. I made it a rule after my first boyfriend, who seriously let me down. Yet here I am, scored the grouchy "bad boy" "loner" and he's actually the sweetest most sincere person on earth.... He's the first person I've loved. I guess cause ya know, he could be something different with me. And because he makes me feel safe and comfortable, which is also terrifying but something I know I've wanted, er, needed for a long while.
But he doesn't complete me. That's total crap. I am a whole person. I make myself happy. I have faults and spaces that I'd like filled but I don't need anyone to make my life have meaning.
He just gives it even more purpose than it had before. He's my partner. My best friend. And I honestly couldn't be happier, even when we fight. Cause at least when we have those arguments it means he's still there with me, we're still fighting for something, to make "us" work. And it does, my lordy does it work!

[moooshie]

Name: Kirito

Gender: Male

Journal Entry1:
In this entry he is seven years old, and the date is 10/12/2000

Dear Journal,

Yes, I said it. JOURNAL. My mommy thinks that it's a diary, but it's not! My sissy is so mean. I can't
stand her, she took my spaceship and threw it out the attic window, how mean can some one be?
OH OH OH. I got a new one, and it's way cooler, but I got payback a few days ago. I threw her Kia-Girl
(Barbie Girl) into my pahrahna tank. Haha. Don't mess with Kirito! Oh, yeah, Kirito is me by the way.
I have had so much fun with my new spaceship, it's remote control. Yup. My mommy is rich. Captain
piggy took it over, so know super kia is trying to save it. Super Kia, he is also known as Dave, is super
awesome. I can't wait! EEEEK. I really want to play, but my sister said I need to write a bunch before
I can play, and she currently has Mister piggy in the mud, that's good, but I need a bad guy! I can't
believe she is making ((He erased that)) My sister won't let me write anything bad about writing
in here. I forgot. UUUUGGH. YES. She said I wrote enough, bye!

Journal Entry2: In this entry he is currently 22 years old, and the date is 5/15/2022

Dear Journal,

Why, hello. I have not written in this for a long while. I have found it as I am currently moving
into a new area in my office. I guess I've had it here for a good amount of time, but I was so
unsure of most of the things I had in here, but I think this would be nice to compare my life
then and now. I was so cute then, a young boy. Now, I'm actually working in a male model
business, it's not like, sexual or anything. I'm actually working for a big company, I do clothing
advertisements and currently work for Hollister.. I am happy, because my new office is way bigger, and if
your wondering why I have an office, it's because I store my pictures there, and I wait hours a
day for my turn to come for the photo-shoot, so I sit in my comfy office and wait. I am currently
22 years of age, if you do not know. I can't believe how much I've changed. When I was younger,
I wanted to be a astronaut, a prince, or a super hero. I was so silly, and I wasn't sure of my life.
Woop- Oh my, looks like it is my turn, in the middle of packing. They should know, well goodbye!

[*Starshimmer*]

I'll edit my coding in later. <3
Name: Mischa
Gender: Male
Journal Entry 1: childhood/teen memory or moment
April 16, 2013
Where do I begin? Today is my 16th birthday or as they call it, my sweet 16. I don't really know what's so special about your 16th year in particular besides being able to start driving. Anyways, Mom and Dad bought me this journal to write about the interesting things that might happen in my 16th year. Like anything interesting is going to happen this year, I mean really. I'm only writing in this right now to make my parents think I appreciate their gift. I mean really, don't get me wrong, I love them, but they aren't the sharpest tools in the shed sometimes if you know what I mean. (No offence!)

I guess I should start off by writing about myself for my future self to read. I'm Mischa, a 16 year old Kia who currently has bright pink hair, blue feathers and awesome saber teeth. I love acting, singing, goofing off with my BFFs, taking selfies, vlogging, Instagramming my life, Starbucks, Menchies and obsessing over my idol, Lady Gaga. I also have an older brother, Jean who I have a really good relationship with. I'm described by my friends as quirky, unpredictable, loving, friendly, carefree, well organized and not to mention FABULOUS! I can also be kinda sarcastic and harsh when someone gets on my nerves or does something incredibly stupid. I have lots of friends that I hang out with like all the time, so I won't have time to write in this stupid thing. I enjoy chemistry & physics and I am currently a straight A student.
Ugh. Dad's calling me out to the garage again, what does he want now?! Wait... I wonder if he'll let me finally drive his truck?! Anyways, this is Mischa, signing off. ;*

Journal Entry 2: something recent in their life
April 6th, 2014
Wow. A lot has happened since I first began writing in this almost a year ago. Let's see, I'm now in grade 12, just preparing for university, I still have my bright pink hair and still as fabulous as ever. Anyways, grad council just announced today the theme of my prom as well as tickets are going on sale next week. I wonder who I'm going to go with... I want to ask this kia I like, but I'm too scared to get rejected by them. I mean, what if they already have someone to go with, or if they don't like me back, or what if they bluntly say no?! What will I do then?! I can't go to prom alone!! Wait... What if they say yes? My heart will soar but I will also be stunned, amazed, astounded and I won't know how to function properly! There's so much to do, I need to get my tuxedo, rent the limo, make dinner reservations, buy a corset, actually ask them out... Okay calm down Mischa. There's nothing to fret about. Graduation is only like just over a month away... Wait 1 MONTH?! Where does the time go nowadays... When I was young, I couldn't wait to grow up and now that I'm almost grown up, I've realized I don't want to grow up! Anyways, back on the prom subject, I have to ask someone out. I've been practising a prom-posal, but I don't think it will work. I mean, I've watched so many prom-posal videos, but none of them really say me. Besides the singing prom-posal. But I don't normally sing for anyone but my friends and family... My buddies are encouraging me to do it but I don't know... They want me to do it tomorrow. I don't think I'm really ready for this... Well, wish me luck... Here goes nothing. ♥ This is Mischa, signing off. ;*

[etheraus]

Ｓｅｐｈｏｒａ

{ Sephora; meaning "bird" in Hebrew.
n n also known as Seph, Steph, Stitch.

Gender; female.

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The pages were slightly torn and creased at the corners;
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I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages
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Mum says if I stop looking backwards, that other people can see the blue in my eyes. I mean, that's
obvious, but that's not the reason I look back. I like my eyes, I think they're pretty. But maybe
other people shouldn't see that part of me. Maybe if they think my eyes are just pink, just one
colour, like everyone else's, maybe I'll blend in better. I can let other kiamaras be in the
spotlight and I'll just blend into the back wall where I can avoid the meanness of all those other
kiamaras. I don't want to be completely avoided, I just want to be... me? I don't want to have
big teeth and clumsy paws and messy hair, but I'd rather have those things than be filled up with
all the meanness that seems to come out of others. I want to stand in the back and keep a
secret garden where I can go and hide when there's meanness all around me. And when there are
a few kias who aren't mean, I'll show them my garden, and I'll show them the blue in my eyes that's
only there when I stop looking back. Because I will be able to look at them instead.

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As the dates progressed, however, the pages seemed to be more carefully preserved; no, unused.

The final entry was found at the back of the journal, on the white cardboard lining in carefully written black letters, as the dates on the pages had only gone up to January 1st.

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It's the beginning of a new year; well, it's my beginning. Everyone else's fireworks have already been shot off, and their fur has been slightly singed. But I can only think of the beginning as something quiet, as it should be; maybe that's why I'm always thought of as quiet. But quiet isn't always a bad thing to be. I can be quiet and full of numbers and dates of unimportant occurences, and write them down on paper before loosing them and forgetting them. But that's part of life; my life, at least.

Every single page in this book has a number. A date; a day, a month. Most of them are empty, aside from the dates, but I guess that's okay. They kind of match my life memories-- I live, I just go through the motions, and then I forget the day-by-day memories. Maybe I should try to remember more; little kid me seemed to want to remember every little thought. Every paper I find has letters that were written so hurredly, so excitedly, that they hardly even resemble what they should. She had a promising future, and a little garden beside the house.

But if I've learned one thing, I've learned that I can't change the past. Just live, remember, forget, and move on. That last one is the hardest; I know there should be memories to go with the dates in my mind. But the memories aren't there and I eventually have to set the date aside, because there is a new one every day.

As much as I want to remember, I don't want to write it down. I have a problem with rereading and remembering and wanting to rewrite the entry. I could rewrite the page, but not the memory. If I reread it, it's there. Maybe when I was younger, I meant to fill this journal full of memories, and leave it until I'm way older, and can read it again. But there's only a few entries in here, and the pages are sticking together and ripping when I pull them apart.

Maybe I should stop this, all of this. Maybe I'll say this one more time, like my mum used to: Stop looking back, Steph. You can't change any of those journal entries. And you should stop trying.

[Terox]

Ａｖｒｉｌ

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name;; Hi, I'm Avril. Like my name? It's French for April.

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gender;; I am a girl, if you can't tell. Hey, like my teeth?

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Ｊｏｕｒｎａｌ ❀ Ｅｎｔｒｉｅｓ

march 7;; Dear Diary,

Today was such and exciting day! And I'll tell you all about it.. Okay, so, I was just wandering around in the fields and prairies like always, right? Well today was different. While I was padding on through the tall grasses, I spotted something in the distance. So I crouched down and snuck up on the dark thing and jumped up. And when I did.. Oh boy! I saw something amazing.. It was a giant swarm of butterflies! Awesome, right? And they weren't just any butterflies, either.. They were beautiful monarchs! So from that point on, I spent the day chasing after them. It was so incredibly fun! When it came time for lunch, I was real sad. 'Cause I had to leave the swarm to go have lunch! But I knew it would be okay. I could always go back and see them again.

After lunch I went back to the same field. And guess what. The butterflies were still there! Well, some of them at least. A few had flown away when I was gone. But something was different this time. I finally saw what they were swarming around. It was a bush! Not only was it a bush, but a large one with big, purple flowers. So I continued to play with the butterflies until it got dark. When it was sunset, I said one last good-bye to the butterflies and headed home. As I settled into bed, I picked up my journal and started writing. And that's about it! I know I'll never forget today.. The day when i was a butterfly.

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april 19;; Dear Diary,

Well, this is it. My last day back home before I start my own life.. Almost all of my belongings are packed and my mother is making me my favorite supper for tonight's dinner... I decided that before I leave I should at least share my most current memory with you, my little book. The memory of today.

It all started this morning. I did my usual morning routine and had my usual breakfast, then headed out the door. Today I was going to meet an old friend of mine. They're very special to me, you see.. Not only was he my first crush, but also my life-long best friend. I was going to meet him at our special place. The place were we first met.

Once I arrived, I started to look for my friend. He looked like an average kia, with normal teeth and natural colors. I then spotted him next to the ferris wheel. Yes, this is were we first met. At the amusement park. After talking and laughing a bit, we decided to go on some of our favorite rides. The Ferris Wheel, the Flaming Roller Coaster, the bumper cars, the Teacups, and so much more.. After a quick lunch, we sat on the pier together. It was in the evening, so the sun was going down. He and I watched it together, and after saying a special good-bye, I headed home. To the average person, It doesn't sound like an exciting day. But it is to me.. Because I spent it with him.

[Got That Jazz?]

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"My name? It means brave soldier. It is a true man's name."

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We never understood each other...

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March 23, 2009 | Entry 2,343 |
I woke up earlier today then usual, so that my food would be
well digested before my climb team and I piled into a van
so that I would not lose my nutritional breakfast
on the way up.
Today I wore a lavender pre-wrap in my,
for once appropriate,
flamboyant pink hair.
I also put on my variation of the idea
that my team and I had came up with
for our 'uniforms'
today; it consisted of black running shorts and a
black tanktop with everything on the sides but a scrap of
fabric on the bottom of each cut off. I am the captain of
my team this year, responsible for keeping everyone in check
and ultimately in helping everyone reaching the finish line.
The drive up was calm and peaceful, everyone taking
the while to meditate on why it was they were doing this.
I'm going to remind my future self in these pages that
your fifteen year old self is doing everything he can
to rid the world of cancer. I'm going to be a hero.
Like my brother is. Anyways, my tracker
shows that I finished the climb faster then any
other this year. I met a six year old girl named Mia
when I reached the atrium level after descending,
she has leukemia although it is in remission.
She liked my hair. She liked my fangs.
Her favorite song is 'The Climb' by Miley Cyrus
because it reminds her that she can beat cancer.
I love her as though she were a sister.
I'm doing the climb for her next year.
And every year after that.

April 11, 2013 | Entry 3,003 |
All good things have to come to an end.
Or rather, that is what I am told.
Since I was fifteen I devoted myself to
changing the world.
Now my muse is gone.
She has fought her battles,
and she lost in the end.
I knew at some point she would move on.
I knew at some point, I knew.
I never should've gotten involved.
She had me around her pinky from the start.
Yet I realize that Mia wasn't the only one.
Mia is only the first I have known.
I will save the others. I was a hero in Mia's eyes.
I will be a hero in my own eyes.
Jean insists I will never be a hero, not like he.
I just can't get over Mia.
She was in remission.
Then all of the sudden the cancer mangled her body.
It feels as though I have cancer eating at my heart.
I won't cry. No, I will not. Crying is not acceptable.
Mia didn't cry.
Jean doesn't cry.
But Jean is so much better then I. I am a broken man
a man with no purpose but that of others. I fight for others.
Jean is the cities soldier.
I am the people's soldier.

[yuketsu]

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Saigo
[御告げ, The End of Revelation]
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Male
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The wind howls around me and I flicked my ears in
annoyance. The sky was particularly drab, gray,and
the air hid a cold chill to it. In other words, boring.
My feet bounced off the hard concrete pavement
as I stumbled upon a dark alley. This was the good
place to hide, no, it was perfect. No one would go
up to an old forgotten alley, right? Best place to
stay at, after all, I had skipped school. Again. But
they, they were the reason why.

In truth, I hated
the world. The world, it was cruel, imperfect, full
of murder, of revenge, of vengeance, what was
the point of all this? This distorted world, I hated
more than anything. And if it continued to reject
me, I would reject it back.

All the laughter still
rang in my head. The mockery in the voices, the
dominant gleam in their eyes, as if they had captured
me, a predator to prey. But did they really? I hated
them. Everything they said. Their very existence.


Someday, I would have my revenge. This was not
the end of me. It would only awaken the hatred and
anger inside of me. And I was going to right what
was wrong. All the evil in this world. I will rid of it.
Not that I ever did care for the fate or destiny or even
give a crap about the world at all. Evil shall be punished
and wiped off the face of the planet. And those that
defied shall recieve divine punishment. Signing off, Saigo.

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A fist pounded into my jaws, the immense force
ricchocheting off and my body shuddered as it fell to
the hard ground. A metallic taste rose to my mouth.
Was this all? The extent of my existance? My being?
There they were again. With their faces. I loathed it.
Revenge. Hate. Vengeance. They were all the purpose
of me. Yet the gangsters would not stop clinging to me.
Why me?I would ask every day. Yet the question would
only float further away, until it was, why not? Why was
I here? Why were they here? But this was no time for
questions.

"Give us the money, pink monster." I felt something hard
come into contact with my ribs, knocking out all the breath
in me. But I held my wallet tightly in my pocket.

I hated that nickname. Pink Monster. It stuck to me like a
spider web. My pink hair was the reason. Why couldn't the
they tease anyone else? And then, a sudden rage exploded inside
of me. Why? Why?! With a new found energy, the next scene
happened only in a blur. I remembered nothing, except
4 bodies, lying next to my feet. All soaked in blood. My eyes
only hardened, grinning as I looked at my hands. There was no
regret, or fear,these hands of a killer. And I felt good for the
first time in my life. Only the strongest survive, and the weak
will die, I remembered. It was my time to reign. It's not as
though I want to steal anyone's life... but the world rejects me.
I knew too much of the world. Too much understanding for any
human. But they still hurt me. Trash that doesn't even know it's
trash deserves to fall into the abyss. I'm not an ally to anyone.
I'm not an enemy to anyone. But still, if an age is about to end
right now... I might awaken once again. Signing off, Saigo.

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ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇғʏ sʜᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ.
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ＴＨＥ ＥＮＤ ＯＦ ＲＥＶＥＬＡＴＩＯＮ ＤＲＡＷＳ ＮＥＡＲ

[runnershigh]

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Ｉ ＷＡＮＮＡ ＰＬＡＹ ＷＩＴＨ ＹＯＵＲ ＲＡＣＥＣＡＲＳ

ＩＭ ＮＯＴ Ａ ＢＡＲＢＩＥ ＤＯＬＬ

............................ my name is s k i l y n e .

ＴＨＲＯＷ ＭＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＢＡＳＥＢＡＬＬ

Ｉ ＷＡＮＮＡ ＧＥＴ ＯＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＴＥＡＭ

ＡＮＤ ＧＥＴ ＭＹ ＨＡＮＤＳ Ａ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＤＩＲＴＹ

............... i'm f e m a l e .

Ｉ ＨＥＡＲＤ ＦＲＯＭ Ａ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＢＩＲＤＹ ＴＨＡＴ

ＹＯＵ ＤＯＮＴ ＴＨＩＮＫ Ｉ ＣＡＮ ＴＡＫＥ ＩＴ

ＯＲ ＴＨＡＴ ＩＭ ＭＡＤＥ ＦＯＲ ＩＴ

.......................... this is my l i f e .

ＯＲ ＴＨＡＴ Ｉ ＧＯＴ ＩＴ ＩＮ ＭＹ ＢＯＮＥＳ

ＳＯ ＷＨＡＴ ＭＡＫＥＳ ＹＯＵ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＴＨＡＴ?!

. l o v e me or l e a v e me .

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j o u r n a l e n t r y o n e .
[open skilyne's old journal]
skilyne ;; ew i was so girly back then.
and my handwriting is so messy.

j o u r n a l e n t r y t w o .
[open skilyne's recent journal]
skilyne;; no don't read my diary!
back off! you have no right!

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