Joline

Dear diary,

Tyler is a nice boy, no word of a lie about that. However, I just feel… I don’t know. I felt like I was destined for something more than just being some hot boy’s therapist. One of my vast utopias was calling me during that date and normally that is a bad sign. But you know – at least I do feel important now and that’s all that matters right?

“JOLINE. Come down here this second!” a distant voice I knew all too well bellowed.

Jumping off my bed; I immediately rushed to be of service just like a meek little maid.

“Who’s this Tyler you’ve been talking to? What have I SAID about you talking to boys? It’s a waste of time since no one will ever like you…”

And the torment goes on. Immediately I know where my happy place is and I enter there… Now I am in this vast and glorious beach and the world is my oyster. As I take a long stroll along the way – the cool breeze taking all my pains away. But a hot, quick burning pain instantly brings me back to reality.