Dear Diary

Dear Diary

Tasha, Age 15

Feb 2, 2016

Hello creeps, future boyfriends, or nosy parents (seriously mom stop). I wanted to start a diary and what better time is it now than on the first day I move in. We drove a long. long, long... you get the idea. All the way from the state of Oklahoma. At least back in Oklahoma we had the fresh air and a nice breeze but as soon as I got out of the car the LA air hit me by surprise. Still can not get used to it even though this is now my new home, yippie! I cant even lie its been in a way; Peculiar. But I got to say- got to go i'll write tomorrow.

Feb 9, 2016

Sorry I kind of forgot about the whole diary thing until I finally settled and saw it under my bed. Who am I kidding ill never get fully settled, this city is LOUD!!!! I feel like the floor is shaking and the walls are about to crumble on top of me. I'm going to explode if I didn't talk about this but its good to get it out. This is basically like talking isn't it. I'm just a little bit down ill give it a few days.

Feb 21, 2016

Started school about a week ago, its a lot bigger than I thought it would be. especially when there is 3,000 students and back home there were only 200. Half of them were made up of livestock. I'm overwhelmed I can't even write. I have so much homework that I think I won't be able to see my desk. So many handwritten essays and projects... THE PROJECTS! I can not even. I wish I was back home. I know I said I would give it time but that's up. I'm going to talk to my parents about it but that wont do me no good. Write to you later. Bye.

May 23, 2016

You know back in Oklahoma when I was scared, sad, lonely heck even overwhelmed I would go outside near a path of grass towards the shed and lay there. Without a worry and stare up at the sky, the stars. They were littered across the sky and it would consume me until I dozed off to sleep. Now I can not do that. My safe space is gone and now when I try I cant see any. Too many lights and there blinding. The music and cars and subways and the stupid airport is driving me nuts and I don't get much sleep anymore. Wish I was back home in Oklahoma.

April 20, 2016

Every time a plane goes by I think of Oklahoma, nothing like Oklahoma but it just comes back to me. The way my grandparents truck went up and down the dirt road through the trees when they would come and visit. Or when my dad would run with me through the fields, I was so small I just was absorbed by the crops. Could hide all day and no one could find me. I cant do that anymore, one way or another someone would find me and I will never find a quiet place. Only in this journal can I write in peace without a argument from across the way or all the car horns constantly going off. I'm lonely and I know im not alone. Out of all the things in this city I'm just a spec. A little peace of dirt in a field. A little drop in the sea. Once summer comes it might get better but lets be real. When is that ever going to happen. The thick air of dust and gas still lines the streets that you can almost cut it with a knife.

June 14, 2016

I finally made some friends and its going great. We went to a party last night a few blocks away and it was. What's a word for it, AWESOME! I can't even describe it but also over near it there were shops and fancy restaurants and everything. Its away from the airport and its in a nicer, cleaner neighborhood. I don't know why I wanted to move back. I'm going back out tonight, catch you guys later.

June 16, 2016

I know have a posse, that's weird to say "posse". I even started my own blog talking about where we eat and all the cool parties were going to have. makes me kind of want to through out this journal. I already have 13 thousand followers. I'm pretty sure 75% of them are creeps but the other 25% are people that want to know what life is here. If I looked at this when I first moved I would have laughed so hard. Why did we ever stay in Oklahoma when we did. Why didn't we move sooner. still miss the farm though, Grandad and Grandma to. Ill write back soon. Bye.

July 10, 2016

I met this amazing guy and were going up the coast this weekend. he's in his 20's but he's really nice. I know what my parents will say so that's why I am going to sneaking out...TONIGHT! Its going to be amazing and Ella says she knows him so its cool and not in a weird stranger danger vibe. I guess this is my "being stupid" or "rebellious years". Goodbye Oklahoma and hello California. See you guys later, tell you about the amazing parties and places we go. Than get grounded for a few years. I know I should not be doing this but I want to have fun this summer instead of being sad locked up in my room listening to those stupid planes take off. Mom, Dad, this will probably kill you but I want you guys I love you guys even if your over protective. I want you to know that. Even after I'm grounded ill never stop loving you even if I don't say it. Now I'm off to have some real fun, WOOOO!

March 21, 2018: This is now property of the Los Angela's Police Department Evidence - Case #2465 "Kidnapping and Murder of Tasha M. Harp, Age 15".