| Secret Really Journal Entry # 1 |
[03 Jan 2011|01:03am] |
Dear Really Secret Journal,
Today I start you in place of that other journal I think mom checks. Here's my big test to make sure: I BROKE DAD'S CAMERA AND HID IT IT WASN'T STOLEN FROM HIS CAR. Now I guess I'll know if she's read you because I'll melt in a puddle from the look she gives me before I even get a chance to be scared what she read here.
Anyway, I guess it's kind of neat that I don't have to censor myself here. on you? in you? Why am I writing everything so formally? And why is stuff starting to sound dirty?
Not just talking about dirty, but Alan told me today that his friend Brad was making out with his this girl who was kinda going out with this kid who beat him up in elementary school. I can't figure out if I'm supposed to tell people or not say anything. Figure it can't hurt to keep quiet about it and see what happens. Oh. Sorry. Already got some food on you. Guess you're really my journal now, right?
This writing in a journal is cramping my hands. Why are my parents too cheap to get me a lap top? I think they're scared I'll figure out how to get porno on it. Not that I'd...yeah, I probably would. Kinda confused about that whole thing, journal. I keep having this dream where I'm looking at this girl and she's crying and naked and looking at herself and I'm looking at her too or I'm behind her? I don't get it, but it's really weird and vivid. I keep waking up and just happy to be awake and not there.
Does this mean I'm bi? It's kind of disturbing if I'm attracted to naked, crying girls. Unless I was into that Japanese stuff. Weird.
Alright, this is getting just strange and depressing. Tomorrow I think I'm going to wear ... grey. Hey! Basketball game; I've been practicing at home with dad so hopefully I can keep my team's respect as not being dead last.
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