Post by Parvana Kolette Dom on Oct 18, 2015 0:10:06 GMT -5
You see a bright red diary, sleek in feel. It has a lock on it, shaped in that of a heart. The key is right beside it, placed carefully and neatly as though it mattered. If you looked closely, there is small hints of blood surrounding the edges of the paper, but nothing else seems out of place. As you open it, a girl's small handwriting seems to appear on the pages of the diary. It was nice and neat, easy to read. You could assume that is was Parvana's diary, seeing as she had her name on the opening cover - with her address and phone number in case it had gotten lost. In this diary were her secrets, her wishes, her hopes and dreams - everything she had desired to keep out of sight.
Dear Stupid Diary, I don't know why a diary is such a simple gift that parents can think they can give to a daughter. A daughter they should have realized hated diaries. I don't even know why, I hate them so much, actually, but I guess it's just because Mami and Papi had been the ones who had given it to me. If it had been David, I'm sure that this entry would have been much more happier. It's not though. My birthday is today, and thus, my first entry of this diary. Let me just say, poor, sweet diary, I am horrible at keeping track of things, and to be totally honest, you are probably are going to live in my drawer and never see the light of day. This isn't the first time I've been given a diary. My parents don't know me well enough to give me something I like, wish is kind of sad, actually. Shouldn't parents know more about their kids? Shouldn't they even try to get to know their child? Why must they leave me alone, when all I want is for them to ask? Now, I know I may be really guarded at times and be passive aggressive when it comes to them, but they can at least try, can't they? No, I don't want dolls. No, I don't want pink ponies. No, I don't want a glittery tiara. No, I don't want a diary. But here I am, still writing in you anyway. Don't be surprised if my first entry is my last. I'm a forgetful person - I tend to forget things. I'm honestly just surprised I didn't throw you away in the first place. It's usually what I do with these kinds of gifts. Gotta say, you are kinda pretty. Don't tell Mami and Papi though, I wouldn't want them to know I think this way. You know, I think that's why I hare diaries. I hate how the situation of a diary is. You want it to be kept a secret from the world, but you still write about stuff you want people to know and notice. Things you want to change or have them be changed, but you never seem to have the will yourself - or the courage - to do so. I find it utterly stupid. I guess I'm a stupid hypocrite, then. Anyway, I should probably head off to sleep. It's quite late, and my anime had just ended. I wasn't exactly happy with the ending, but it'll do. I'll finish it tomorrow, and it'll all be fine. Besides, I'm too tired to keep up my intellectual front for much longer, diary. I could slip at any moment, and I wouldn't want that to happen, now would I? I need my front for tomorrow. I'm being forced to partake in a physical activity with my family. Yay, biking. Though I'm sure David will let me just sit with him on his bike, so I wouldn't have to do anything. I'm sure to have another fight with my parents tomorrow, seeing as I'm in my 'teenage rebellious stage' along with David. Oh, how they wished it could be that simple. I don't want to wake up tomorrow and face my parents, diary. Good night diary. signed, Parvana Dom |  |
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ
One of her lines is erased, as though she had decided against having it in her diary.
