Dear journal,
Hi I'm Carmen. I was given this journal from my mother. She said that she and her other friends were given these journals to write about their lives. These others friends I'm talking about are my best friends' mothers. Our mothers met at pregnancy aerobics class. My best friends and I were born within the same week.
Hm, I really don't think there is anything special about me. I'm an average girl, who studies hard, loves tennis, loves her best friends, and only lives with a mother. I see my father once in a while and I also see my step-family. I mean I guess I'm happy that my dad found a loving family for him but I just miss the way we used to be. I mean I know my parents were in love. Love was always in their vocabulary. I just never understood why love just ended between them.
I don't understand love. I mean the kind of love you see in the movies remains in the movies. The kind of love that exists in the real world isn't even real. Nobody seems to know the meaning of love. They think it's true love because both the girl and boy are hot. All you here from the girl is "oh my god, isn't he just so cute?" You never hear her saying how smart and creative he is. Well that may be because he has the IQ and the creativity of a cereal box.
Have I ever found love? Maybe in Pre-K when Johnny Havens shared his lunch with me when I dropped my lunch in the sand box. We became best friends since until he moved to Vancouver. Wow, love seems to come and go in my case. I realized maybe I'm just going to rule a convent and become a nun. I don't know. It's just like I can't do anything about it.
That's why I have best friends I can lean on. My best friends know how to make me happy with myself when I can't be happy. They cheer me up when I can't cheer myself up. It's like your sunshine in a tornado. You feel like there's no way, but it shows up.
Enough of that because I'm getting tired. Well journal, good night and we'll have the meeting of tomorrow.
Love,
Carmen