Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

*Everything you are about to read is an excerpt from my actual diary. This isn't some story. This is my real life, real feelings, and real thoughts. Because the best stories are true. - Kelly


Entry 1
Dear Diary,
	I replay the scene inside my head during the nights I can't sleep, which seem to be more often, lately. It's perfect. It makes me feel happy!
	I walk through the big doors of one of those big party rooms you can rent in town. Up beat music bares from speakers around the area. There's people of all ages dressed formally for the unknown big event. They are standing and talking and dancing, a few glance my way and smile.
	I enter the room gracefully. I'm wearing a white tank top and black glitter vest, tucked into a pink high-low skirt that trails behind me. My tall black laced boots are heeled, and click as I walk on the wood floors. My brown hair is long and wavy, framing my face. I'm wearing professional makeup that makes my dark chocolate eyes even darker. My lips shine with pink tinted lip gloss.
	In the middle of the room, I stop and smile widely. Coming up to me is a guy. He grabs my hand and says I look beautiful. My cheeks blush bright pink, and we dance. The music slows and more couples join us on the floor. It feels magically. I love magic...
	For as many times as I watch this, I can't see other people's faces, including the guy's. I try hard, but it looks blurred. That makes me upset. It is deja' vu? Or is it just a dream. I know no one who I actually like-like. No one I can see myself with. I want this to become real so bad!
	But in the dead of the cold winter night, I bounce myself back to reality. I'm a fifteen year old girl, who lives in a big family. I make myself all my meals and say good-night to myself every night. I'm homeschooled in tenth grade. I check my own workbooks and correct myself. My family members go about their lives in a blur around me. But that's okay. I like to be independent. I rely on myself, the only person I truly trust.
	I'm just saying that it would be nice to have someone. A boy I could be with, go to parties with, and talk to. Someone I could call or text when I was home alone and thunder shook our large farmhouse's foundation.
	Maybe. Maybe one day. But for now, I turn up my MP3 player's tunes and imagine. Dream. Bounce back to reality, then say "No." to the darkness and fall back into my fantasy world.
	A girl can dream. 💖