As you've read, this is a diary. So please, please, do not share any content, not a peep, as this is my diary, and private life stays private. To share any of my diary will end in the cursing of your mother's grandmother and I mean that. In the slightest, DO NOT SHARE. Or else. I'm writing this to document my one and only, 15th year in life.
I thought it'd be a great time because like every other 15 yr. old, teen angst has skyrocketed like a motherfucker. Or, at least it'll be teen angst by the time I'm 25. And besides, I hate my size. My name. My life. And why not document it? Though I am very angry all the time, I am very smart, and I differ greatly from my youth. Things on my scale of importance are like last on my peers scale. I see things differently. And if anything, I want you to know, you aren't alone. You weren't alone and as I am writing this, I wish I knew that I wasn't alone either. Though I might've felt like it. I probably won't realize that til' I'm 30. Anywho, enjoy.
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The Diary of a 15 year Old.
RandomRead, as I guide you through my one chance at 15. The ups and downs, the millions of guys I fell in love with, the people I hate, the teachers I hate, my family, that I also happen to hate. Join me on this all but fake roller coaster of teen angst. ...
