September 16, 2011

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Dear Diary

I don't know why my father bought me a notebook but he did!

I guess he wanted me to get off his back but I don't care.

I finally feel like I can talk to someone now, even if it's just a piece of paper.

I'm happy right now. I'm usually not but I am!

I can't wait to write more things in here.

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