Day 1
Dear Diary,
Isn’t that how you are supposed to start these things?
Yeah, so, here I am. I’m just sitting here at this Starbucks cataloging my thoughts as they happen. If you ask me, I am feeling a bit down. For some reason, I have just been shunned by the one boy I liked. He said I wasn’t his type and walked away. How do I make myself his type? I mean, I did not think I was horrible to look at, and had a pleasant enough personality. Not that he would know about that, he’s only ever looked at me from a far, and we never really had a conversation. Probably, my tits aren’t big enough for him, he’s always hanging out with and going out with the girls with impossibly big tits. Bet that’s it. Has to be. Well, who needs him. I should find someone who will appreciate what I have to offer. Yep, I should. Oh, boys are stupid, maybe I should start to like girls. I would but something tells me that lesbians are just as catty as straight girls, and I can’t handle all that. Maybe I should get out of town, see what other places have to offer. I mean, I have some cash, maybe I should travel. I don’t know though, I don’t want to really leave the United States, foreign guys just really aren’t my type. There goes that phrase again, “not my type”.
I guess that’s it for today. Maybe I’ll write more tomorrow.
Signed,
Hannah
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