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Submitted to Contest #40
I remember the first time I met Alicia, I was working late at my uncleās diner. It was the perfect little place for, cars to come in and have a bite. The nightās cool breeze blew through the empty diner, while I was scrubbing down the dirty tables with a fresh rag. I turned up the radio to 50 and had a little jam session while I did my task. I was closing up tonight and if my uncle Fred saw even a little speck of jam on the counter I knew he would flip. I kept the door open a little just so I didnāt feel so lonely. At that time I was, so awf...
Submitted to Contest #36
Dear Journal, 12:00 am.Right now I'm waiting for my flight to take off to Bali. I can't believe I'm doing this. Here I come! Hehe. Who am I kidding. I'm miserable, why did I decide to do this? This was supposed to be my 3-year anniversary trip. Ever since Dean left I've been in such a rut. Every morning I feel like there's a huge weight on my chest. It follows me where ever I go, to the bathroom then downstairs then to the car then work. Then. All. Over. Again. I just thought that maybe this would be good for me you know? When I told him I w...
Dear Diary,Ā May 5th 2000I canāt believe Iām actually writing in this stupid thing. Itās around 11:30 pm and I canāt sleep. What am I doing to pass the time, you ask? Writing in a diary like a one year old. Kendra told me to, she thinks that I have a lot of ārepressed feelingsā, what does she know. How dare tell me about how to live my life, like I care what she thinks. I donāt really care much about my dad either and his ālazy assā as mom used to call h...
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