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Dear Diary,

I don’t know. I don’t know a lot of things. Well, I do know a lot of things. I know that the sky is blue and five times five equals twenty- five, but I do not know how to swim across the whole ocean or how to french braid hair. Honestly, I do not know what to write, but I do know that I want to write. 

So, here are just a bunch of my thoughts in case you want to read. If you don’t, you can go back to scrolling through your social media in hopes of finding something that entertains you. :))

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I hate numbers because society uses them to define people. 

I love talking in front of crowds because I get to be the center of attention and in control. 

I love the smell of new shoes because it means new adventures. 

I hate when people say they have OCD, but they actually are just a neat freak…. It's not quirky, honey. 

I wish I was able to drive without panicking. 

I wish society did not normalize working till the feeling of burnout. 

I wish I had more time during the day.

I wonder where I will be in twenty years. 

I wish I was famous. 

I wonder why I have so many thoughts during the day. 

I wish I had my own car because then I could decorate it with a bunch of stickers. 

I am so nervous to go back to school. 

I wonder who will be in my class. 

It is so hot in this room. 

Why is college so expensive?

I never make TikToks. 

I have work in the morning. 

I wonder if people think I owe them a “sorry” the way I think some people owe me a “sorry.”

I have so many bracelets on my wrist. 

I hate the feeling of being dizzy.

I drink a lot of water. 

One time I had my arm on my desk for so long it started to hurt.

I hate the feeling of my feet touching the ground. 

I have too many shoes. 

I got new earbuds the other day. 

I wish I did not need glasses. 

I am biting my cheeks right now. 

Is there another universe?

Is this considered a poem? 

I LOVE RAIN.

I wonder what people actually think about me. 

Do people actually read this blog?

I wonder if I have ever been the topic of a sleepover circle. 

I have been awake for more than thirteen hours. 

I have so many TikTok songs playing in my head right now. 

Why do people catcall?

I wish I had a good singing voice, so I could write songs and sing them. 

I wish there were more than twenty- four hours in a day. 

I am so anxious for senior year.

It is so fascinating that little kids have the confidence to say anything that comes to mind. 

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Studies show that the average person has more than six thousand thoughts every single day. This is a reminder that it is good to let out those thoughts and feelings. Your emotions matter. ♡


Sincerely,

Anna








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