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I remember the first entry I wanted to write. "So my wonderful father (not really) decided to give me a bright, pink, flower-covered journal (Ew dad why pink. I hate pink) as a gift for the saying of "New Year, New Me!" and to write my problems. I mean, what problems? And why does he want me to change? I mean seriously dad, no. Just no. Why am I even doing this? Ugh, fathers and their 'influence' over their children. Sure I love him but seriously dad, can't you, like, be there- NOPE. I AM NOT DOING THIS. GOODBYE PINK JOURNAL." I laughed. I laughed because two years later I found the journal and cried. This journal was now the very reason where I am today. If you can't tell, I'm smiling while typing this. I've never been happier in my life. I feel you're quite curious. Don't worry! I'm going to post my entries, and maybe it can help you :) I'm not afraid to share! So enjoy the ride my friends! AND GO! (c) This is a work of pure fiction that was inspired by true events. Please do not copy. Thank you! :) - Catnamed
2 Years Later
