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So I guess I'm making a journal. A diary. And luckily none of my real life friends can see it, because I would just... I don't know what I'd do. Personally, I'm not to good at these. My writing teacher says that I'm fairly good at ''dropping the readers in the moment'', but I'm very sure she's just saying that for the sake of my self-esteem. The thing is, I kind of believe her. Feel free to comment about my life's burden and whatever, just don't swear.

Note that I'm really bad with ''once upon a time'' or ''the first time I'' or any beginning by the matter. I could easily say that I'm wild and easy-going, but it's difficult to say that when I'm pouring out my pain into simple, technical words. Sure, my friends could say I'm calm (doubt it, though), but that's because of typing.
Typing is my hobby. Typing is like... a happy pill.
I'll start off with the most important pinpoint in my life. The thing that changed me most. No, not maturity or that trash. But first I decided to start with the basics of me.
> I have devoted my life to writing. Sorry, Dad. I'm not going to be a doctor.
> Not a fan of gore.
> I'm still young. Very young. Whatever is rusty about my writing, is something I will learn.
> I hate Math.
> I am a naturalist (someone who is against how humans rule earth).
> I hate the point that I'm a naturalist.
> Fairy Tail, Teen Titans, and Avatar. The best.
> I'm a girl. Some may call me a tomboy, but I certainly don't.
> Pigs are cute to me :D

Anyways, the thing that is most important about the story right now is ''I am a naturalist''. I'll explain why. With a long, heartfelt story that expresses my bright peak of memory. Not joking. Too bad for you, people who are too lazy to read! Cause' its read or leave MUAHAHAHAHAA!!! >:D
Characters in the story:
Me (in which I change all references to my name and replace it with ''Waffles''. Not my rl name.)
My friend (in which I name Olivia to cover up her real identity, because the name was random)
Ms. Frenchfry (in which I rename also to cover her identity)
Prissy (in which I rename because I don't like her)
A bunch of pre-schoolers (in which I don't know their names)
Sherry (Olivia's best friend who replaced me, in which I also renamed)
And Nurse Boring (in which I'm always bored in her office, in thus I nickname her)

~Dramatic wavy flashback~
WRITING MODE: ENGAGED

I don't blame myself for what happened. For what my mind realized that rainy, gloomy day (why must it always happen during a storm?). I blame Olivia, and her chubby happy-go-lucky friend Sherry. Yet after all these years, even when they didn't mean to and I know the truth to my eyes, I still blame them. Even if it was in the Third Grade, a grade so long ago, I don't think I can forgive Olivia. I can't even look at Sherry, there as well speak the simple words ''Hi there'' to Olivia. She was my best friend.
My only friend, at the time. The one I always believed, even if she said the craziest things. All of the grade knew about our friendship. Just like them, to butt into my personal life asking ''Yo Waffles, what happened between you and Olivia?'', and me wanting to punch them. Because just when I get the memory temporarily out of my thoughts and I'm carelessly having fun... BAM! They just have to bring it up.

Olivia and I were the best of friends. Ever since we met at the orientation meeting, we immediately knew that we would be friends. That ''friends'' soon escalated into best friends as we were put into the same class, and she chose me over that stuck-up girl Prissy, who had tortured me even before Olivia had came to the school (which was in the second grade). It all sort of started to... fall as we matured.
We got further apart from having similar personalities, there as Olivia was note-taking, violent, and a fantasy-addict even before we had matured, there as I was helpless, neive, and humorous. Olivia believe everything tied into her life.
She believed she was special. Not that kind of ''I deserve every outfit in the world'' special, but the magic special. I had finally gotten her to read Harry Potter in the third grade, and everything she saw was ''Mad-Moody's eye looking out for her''. Every blink was that jet of green light from the killing spell, reaching towards her. Every tiny flaw on her pale, pale skin was Harry's unnatural scar forming on her.

And for the sake of her, I kept all the eye-rolling to myself. For the sake of our friendship. Olivia then took a leap that changed our friendship forever. She met Sherry, an always-happy chubby girl who screamed when somebody said the word ''crap''. I never paid much attention to Sherry, because Sherry was the very last person I'd expect to be a part of my life. But she wasn't.

To be continued in the second post because I'm too tired to write the rest...

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Title: Incoming Message

Goodluck!

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Title: Post Two

Okay, you know what? Forget all about Olivia. If the people who actually do read this want to know, I'll summarize it.
-Me and Olivia broke up after she abandoned me in an accident.
-I realize everything wrong with the world.
-I become more crazy, wild, and derpy.
-I get my first crush in the meanwhile.
-We don't look at each other. At all. Ever.
Anywayys this diary is useless and is taking up my subscription slots.
*tosses thread in the trash*
THE END

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