Dear Journal, 3

Journal,

    Well, yesterday was...a good day I guess. I mean at school it was. In the morning I was a little depressed but then I was happy and bubbly and smily. Then right after school I had to go to practice. I was fine in the 30 minute car ride it takes to get there. When I got there it was diffrent. I didn't want to be there. I didn't talk much. I cried a lot there. I cry at school too. Teachers always ask why. They always ask if everything is okay. Even when it's not, I say it is. It's like they're so used to me happy and stuff that when I don't talk or i'm not smiling they always think something is wrong. That's just how I am. Anyway, I think it's really stupid that I have 4 teachers do that. FOUR! One was fine but now FOUR!?!? Ugh! Sometimes I hate teachers. Well, I have school soon and once again i'm not ready. I'll write when I get home.

 

       -Kayla

          xoxo

 

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[NoelHC]

Not sure if this is meant as a real journal entry, or part of a story, either way, I guess it shows what was going through the mind at the time.