New begginings
Dear Diary,
Today was another one of those days where I felt like I was invisible to everyone around me. Mum and Dad barely noticed when I got home from school, too wrapped up in their own world of arguing and complaining. They never even ask how my day was, or if I need anything. I guess that's just how it is now.
I'm Conor, and I live in Cardiff. I turned 13 last month, but it feels like life has been the same forever. All I want to do is play football. It's my escape from everything else. When I'm out there on the field, I feel alive, like nothing else matters.
But Mum and Dad don't get it. They think football is a waste of time. "Conor, focus on your studies!" they'd always say. Like I could ever concentrate on homework when they're constantly yelling at each other. Sometimes, I think they'd be happier if I just disappeared.
I have this dream, Diary. I want to be a professional footballer. I want to play for Cardiff City and make everyone proud. Maybe then Mum and Dad would actually notice me, cheer for me even. But right now, it feels like they hate me.
After school today, Dad told me to clean out the garage. It was filled with junk and cobwebs. He said it was my job to sort it all out. Mum was busy on the phone, gossiping as usual, not sparing a glance my way.
When I finally finished, I headed out to the park with my football. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow across the field. For that brief moment, I forgot everything else. I dribbled the ball, imagining myself scoring the winning goal at a packed stadium.
But then, reality hit hard. It was getting dark, and I knew I had to go back home. As I trudged back, I couldn't help but feel a bit lonely. I wish things were different.
Anyway, Diary, I'll keep dreaming. Tomorrow is a new day, and I won't give up on my goal. Maybe someday, I'll show everyone what I'm made of.
Until then, Conor
