This is a fictitious diary, it means not true. It has nothing to do with my real life. I'm not a teenager, I haven't got this kind of problems, I want to write it just to entartain those who may be interested in reading it or in creating it a bit. Creating? Yes. I want to make polls where you can choose (and influence thus a bit) how the diary will go on, i.e. which adventures the girl will encounter and so on.
This diary should entertain you. If there's anyone who doesn't like this idea, doesn't agree with it, ok, I'll respect your opinion. Under one quite important condition - be polite, reasonable and follow all the Gaia rules, pls. I won't react to any message breaking this condition.
Enjoy, although the first diary entry is sad. wink
This diary should entertain you. If there's anyone who doesn't like this idea, doesn't agree with it, ok, I'll respect your opinion. Under one quite important condition - be polite, reasonable and follow all the Gaia rules, pls. I won't react to any message breaking this condition.
Enjoy, although the first diary entry is sad. wink
A Girl's Fictitious Diary
2006 Nov 9:
I'm very unhappy. Nobody likes me. I don't know why. I always try to be polite, nice and kind. May it be I try too hard?? It seems to me sometimes that people like me are here only to amuse the others. Amuse without any intention, without wanting it. And this is hard to accept. I'm not in a good mood today. And I must do something with it. So I took a small notebook and started to write. I hope it helps.
It was a boy who had made me feel so sad. Sure, a guy. A lad who just doesn't care. It's Dominique he's interested in. That beauty of the class! That model. Oh yes, if they compared me with her, she would definitely win. And he, he acts like her little dog. Yes, I envy her, I must admit. If he acted like my little dog, I'd be satisfied. But I'm not Dominique. I'm plain, normal. And I'll always lose with all those Dominiques!
Ok, it helps a bit. I feel better now. I'll eat something, I'm hungry as a hunter. I could eat a horse. Bye-bye, my little prince of my heart!
I'm very unhappy. Nobody likes me. I don't know why. I always try to be polite, nice and kind. May it be I try too hard?? It seems to me sometimes that people like me are here only to amuse the others. Amuse without any intention, without wanting it. And this is hard to accept. I'm not in a good mood today. And I must do something with it. So I took a small notebook and started to write. I hope it helps.
It was a boy who had made me feel so sad. Sure, a guy. A lad who just doesn't care. It's Dominique he's interested in. That beauty of the class! That model. Oh yes, if they compared me with her, she would definitely win. And he, he acts like her little dog. Yes, I envy her, I must admit. If he acted like my little dog, I'd be satisfied. But I'm not Dominique. I'm plain, normal. And I'll always lose with all those Dominiques!
Ok, it helps a bit. I feel better now. I'll eat something, I'm hungry as a hunter. I could eat a horse. Bye-bye, my little prince of my heart!
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