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'Diary Entry 5,261'

[๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š™ ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‚๐šŠ๐š–๐šž๐šŽ๐š• ๐š๐š˜๐š๐šŠ๐šข, ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข! ๐™ท๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šœ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ'๐šœ ๐š“๐šž๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šœ๐š!

๐™พ๐š”, ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜, ๐š•๐šŽ๐š'๐šœ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐šž๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‚๐šŠ๐š–๐šž๐šŽ๐š•, (๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š•๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š).

๐™ฐ๐š—๐šข๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ, ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ ๐šž๐š™, ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š”๐šŽ๐š— ๐šž๐š™ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šš๐šž๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š›๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š˜๐š ๐š‚๐šŠ๐š–๐šž๐šŽ๐š•. ๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‚๐™พ ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™พ๐™ณ!

๐™ธ๐š ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—'๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š–๐šข ๐šœ๐š๐šž๐š™๐š’๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐šŠ๐š›๐š–, ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š'๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šข ๐šŒ๐š•๐š’๐š–๐šŠ๐šก!

๐™ท๐š–๐š™๐š‘! ๐™ฑ๐šž๐š ๐™ธ ๐š๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ ๐™ธ ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š๐š—'๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š. ๐™ฐ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š’๐š ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šœ๐š๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š'๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐š’๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š!

๐š‚๐šŠ๐š–๐šž๐šŽ๐š• ๐š’๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›๐šž๐šŽ ๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š•๐šŽ๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š–๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ, ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐šŽ๐š.

๐š‚๐šŠ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š•๐š™ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š˜๐šž๐š! ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š‹๐š’๐š›๐š๐š‘ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š• ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐šŠ๐š›๐š– ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‚๐šŠ๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐š˜๐š. ๐™ธ'๐š– ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š!

๐™ธ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š•๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š” ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š ๐šœ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š•๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š–๐šž๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐™ธ ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š•๐š ๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šข ๐š™๐šž๐š›๐š’๐š๐šข ๐š๐š˜.

๐™ธ'๐š– ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›! ๐™ฐ๐š‘! ๐™ธ ๐š๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŠ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐™น๐šŠ๐š–๐š’๐šŽ! ๐™ธ'๐š•๐š• ๐š๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š•๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐™ณ๐š’๐šŠ๐š›๐šข! ๐™ผ๐š†๐™ฐ๐™ท, ๐™ฑ๐šˆ๐™ด ๐™ฑ๐šˆ๐™ด ๐™บ๐™ธ๐š‚๐š‚๐™ด๐š‚โฅโฅ!]

I finished up my diary entry with a quick click onto the save button.

I know it's weird to talk to an inanimate thing like it's a person but, and I know it sounds corny or cliche or whatever, my diary has been my best friend ever since I was nine.

You see, I was adopted by the King family when I was seven.

And even though I was young, I was going through a lot. I was bullied in foster care and my only friend wasn't strong enough to protect me.

I was depressed, shy, anxious. I felt my stomach churn every time a person talked to me. I slept under my bed instead of on it and I couldn't hold a conversation to save my pathetic life.

But no matter what I did the King's accepted me. That's when I realized I was being selfish, greedy, insensitive. The King's saved me when I never deserved it.

I had a duty to do everything I could to my saviors. I got the best grades so I never embarrassed them, I did my best in extracurricular activities and I won awards in many different contests to bring pride to their name.

But I knew I didn't belong there with them. I knew I was ugly and I didn't deserve to be on this earth and so many dark thoughts.

But my sister Naveah King helped me build my self-esteem. She gave me pep talks and helped me find my own style. She even introduced me to her modeling company! She's the one who made me who I am! They all were.

But I never told her about the dark thoughts though. I still have them, even though I have nothing I should be sad about. I really am ungrateful.

They like to rear their ugly heads mostly at night but I just shove them deep, deep down inside.

Anyway, I do whatever I can to show them how much I love them.

I gave Naveah any good jobs and convinced photographers to choose her instead. I gave my other sister Aurora any jewelry I had.

I helped my brother Johnny by drinking with potential partners for the company. I kowtowed in front of my other brother's girlfriend's house for her forgiveness after Johnny made a mistake, sixty-two times.

But it's not that bad, REALLY!

He has a problem but he's getting help. He's a good person honest he just dosen't always make the best descions.

Anyway, the point to my endless rambling is.

I'll do anything for them.

But as I said before, I got my diary at nine from my therapist and I can confide it anytime. I did, every day for nearly fifteen years.

It makes me feel so much better. But after the paper diaries starting getting full faster, and faster I transferred them to my computer.

It'll be like my little legacy when I die. That's what I like to think.

Wait, damn it, I got really sidetracked I was going to talk to my friend Jamie. You know that friend I said I had in foster care? That's Jamie. He tried to protect me but he's just an innocent little cutie pie.

Well he was, I realized he grew up a bit when we got back in contact. After we lost it when I was adopted.

But he's still a small little bean, my small little bean. He's pale with big brown eyes, fluffy platinum blonde hair, a little nose, plump lips, and the most squeezable, squishable, kissable, cheeks ever to be conceived.

Oh, what am I still droning on for? I need to call him!

I quickly initiated a video call and drummed my fingers on my laptop in anticipation. Come on, pick up! I need to see my little honey! I need to tell him the big news!

When he finally excepted, I saw his cute little face pop up quickly and I squealed, "Hi cloud!"