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Caridad’s Diary 3/1/2002 7:00 am
Hey,
Yesterday, the teacher told us that the assignment is supposed to help with stress so we’re all told to test that theory by creating a diary or journal.
When the announcement was made, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes while thinking: ugh, just give me an A so I can graduate High school without the assignment.
It sucks that I’m stuck doing this damn thing. You would think that the teacher would know all of the crazy things people might write.
I kind of hope these entries get read, so the teacher will cancel the assignment. Imagine someone writes something about them, thinking she’s hot. The teacher’s reaction would be hilarious.
This first entry is supposed to be about myself, so here goes:
Do you know the person whom people look at and assume is always mad? The person who seems unapproachable and intimidating? The person who is known of, but not truly known? The person people think is too quiet? The person whom people feel the urge to tell to smile, or to ask you, Why are you mad? Well, that’s me. I’m that person.
People assume they truly know me, but they don’t know me at all.
Why can’t they see that: I walk around looking as if I’m “mad” because I have a resting bitch face. I’m very approachable and I’m the sweetest person you will know, as long as you don’t come at me the wrong way. I don’t mind making friends, but I only let certain people close enough to know the real me.
I’m quiet because I’m busy listening to everything around me, and if I find something interesting, I’ll speak up. I don’t need to be told to smile, and I don’t need to be asked why I’m mad. That shit just pisses me the fuck off.
Sorry, I have to go.
