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Dear diary,
I'm probably not going to be starting off with the whole diary greeting after this because I would hate for anyone at school to get a hold of this. Maybe even take this and do something weird with it like they do in the movies.
To start things off, I'm a 15 year old with a really shitty life. And to make everything worse, tomorrow will be my first fucking day of highschool. Me and my parents moved this summer because of how bad middle school was with the never ending “Your adopted” jokes, constantly calling me the f-slur, teasing me because of my name, and me having absolutely no friends. I know that moving is going to do nothing to fix that and highschool’s probably going to be 10x worse.
If god exists, please let this school year not be as fucked as all the others.
-Sigma