Dear Diary.
23. November 2007
Thoughts while writing.
“Dear Diary.“, I write. Dear Diary, what’s going on with me, I think. Nothing’s going right, everything’s a mess. I feel misplaced here. The world seems so much better as I am. And well, you can’t say that our world is beautiful. “Today was a very stressful day” I’m smiling. I have recognized, how irrelevant something seems to be, when I read my diary ten years later. A stressful day? How trivial. I’m smiling.
“Life’s a horror.” How melodramatic, I think. I’ve to admit that I can be a very melodramatic person. I like to show my feelings and my thoughts, but it would be a lie to say, that my life’s a horror. My life is a must. I’m not the person, who likes to give up. I have to try it. And if I am not able to solve a problem, there will be the day, when my time will have run out. And this thoughts isn’t very melodramatic, but dry.
“I try my best” The first true words for that day. Have I mentioned, that nothing compares to you? No? Good. “Life’s hard” Intelligent thought. “Love hurts” An incubus for me. “Family at it’s best.” That’s true. The power, given by my family, helped me to stay alive. And “Friends on top.” Barely words. But so much helpfulness stole my eloquency.
The last point finishes my entry. Tired of thinking of all the world and his brother. I close my diary and return it into the small box under my bed. The end of the day. The end of that few words, who can’t explain anything.
Isn’t it interesting to read past entries? I am twenty-four, so looking back at a diary from when I was in fifth grade is amusing. My bad days consisted of the boy in the desk sitting across from me stealing my eraser—if only that were the case, now! And then looking on my entries from high school, I was so dramatic and lost. I wonder what I will think ten years from now.
Interesting? Well, it’s more funny than interesting
… when I was fifteen or sixteen, i fell in love with another girl on every page. Very funny! Now, my words are a little bit more … well, “intelligent”. 
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but yeah, it will be funny, reading my diary in 2017.
LoL Yes. Funny, too! I had the biggest crush on this one boy when I was sixteen, and I think ever other page was about my elation with him and how wonderful I thought he was.
Yeah. I know that. “Her eyes. Her smile. Her lips. She’s so wonderful”. Yes. I know that so good (too good)