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.
May 26th, 1990
Dear Diary,
Today was pretty boring. I didn't do much. Just sat around doing nothing big. I really hate Sam. He is a major brat! But I love Ryan. So he is the best. Who cares.
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