It's 23:59 PM. My diary is reflexing the flashlight and it's blinding my eyes. And I am thinking of her. Okay, that's what I do all the time. I mean, how could I not? She's the most beautiful I've ever seen. Her name is Chiara. I am Ana. That's what I tell everyone. Actually my name is Anastasia but I hate that name so I gave myself the name Ana, like my friends call me and my family when the aren't for once mad at me. When someone asks If my name is surely Ana and not Anastasia I tell them that my name is just Ana. I am 15 and in 3 month is my sweet 16. Laura and Lucy, my best friends are going to make a big party for me even I hate birthday parties.
I am keeping a diary since I've learned writing. It's always with me. The silver colored book with my ballpoint pen. (Yes, I prefer long complicated words, so that's why I don't say biro) And when I'm alone or sad, I talk to it, tell "it" what I'm feelin'. My dad eloped when I was 12 and my mom is working in a factory where she has to travel 'round the world. Why my dad eloped is not important, what important is is the fact that he won't come back, because me and mum don't want to see him. We hate him.
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Random... and please dear diary, let that trust stay forever because you are the only one who knows what I really feel Sorry for some grammer mistakes and not the correct words but my native language is German but I luuuvv writing in English bc that sound...
