Every time I write in my journal, the words disappear! I think they are going to the future?!? This is my personal journal of EVERYTHING that happens in my life and that I think about.
September 23rd, 1988
Dear Diary, Today was horrible. First I had a bloody nose during the speling test. But there was a party that was graet. But I have a cold! And Sarah L. over which made it wrose.
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