createBlog Diary, version 4 Options

[*Azarel*]

Originally started by fathin_felix. Great idea.

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Old one was 22 pages. Diary? Self-explanitory? I think so. Don't post in here solely to comment on someone else's day.. you can quote them, but don't make that your post.

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Dear createBlog Diary,
I suppose it's been a long while since I've really written anything. I still can't find the inspiration I once had. Just, sometimes, I miss writing. Makes me feel empty, yanno? Time to ramble on some more.

Last night, I felt utterly tired, for no reason. I mean, I'm on freaking spring break, I shouldn't feel tired of anything, really. But I realized I was. I was sitting here on the computer, with nothing to do, nobody to talk to, nothing to relate to. I hated that feeling of utter.. boredom. I still don't know why. I guess I still haven't grown out of the phase where I can't see past the monotony of life. It's almost over though, high school, I mean. More than halfway.

And I can't believe break is more than half over already too. It used to be that the days would drag by, but already, it's Thursday, and I have yet to accomplish anything. Party tomorrow night at Jenn's, and I kind of want to go. At the same time though, I don't. I guess I'm worn out at the moment.

There's nobody to call late at night anymore. People are in school, they have work, whatever. I don't like keeping people up if they have things to do the next day-- it makes me feel bad. And I've been waking up so late nowadays. It makes me feel like a lazy pig. I dunno. I suppose it's just me. Is all, for now. Until next time.
-Me.

[wounded]

Yes, I know that I tend to say how much I hate being adopted and stuff, but it's a blessing that no one can ever imagine. I wouldn't be eating ho-ho's and drinking root beer had I not been adopted.

But, would me not have being adopted made me happier? Is it possible to know something like that? Would I be happy or depressed if I was living with Sharon? I wish that I knew the answer to that.

She's too pretty to really be related to me. Seriously. I don't understand where I got my looks. Compared to her, I'm ugly. I'm sick. I'm a fat idiot. She's like a goddess to me. But, maybe that's just because I haven't ever seen a photograph of her until April 10th, 2005. My birthday. My 15th birthday. I don't think that's right. Making some kid wait 15 years to know their birth-mother's handwriting - her looks, her thoughts, her everything.

Maybe that's just me.