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Momma and daddy got me you for my birthday. They said I could use you to “document my thoughts”... whatever that means. I don’t have anything to write about. I didn’t even know that I was supposed to start by writing “dear diary”. What’s so dear about you? You’re just a diary. I can’t see what’s so special about that. Momma says that she writes in hers before going to bed every night and that it helps her relax. I don’t think I’m that dedicated so I’ll probably forget about you a lot, like maybe only write once in a while.
It’s not like you have feelings anyway so it doesn’t really matter.
Raine (10)
(PS: Did I do this right?)
