My mom bought me this journal. She said that I should let out all my emotions. Heh, like she understood emotions. She is with a guy every other night. I guess she thought if she bought me this stupid thing that it would get her out of the whole "you should listen to your children" bonding thing. I don't need her I don't even know why I'm writing in this stupid book. I guess I'm bored…well since there's nothing else to do except write I should probably tell you my life story.
It all started when I was 7. I was so naive like any little girl would be. Like any little girl, I had a dream well more like a fantasy. I dreamed that I would become the president of the US, get married to a rich young handsome man, have kids of my own. I know it was a weird fantasy for a kid, but it was my fantasy, my dream…my world. Well anyway that was my dream. I always told my daddy, he was my hero when I was little. I always told him and he would always tell me the same thing every time. He would say, "Haha, your so little Ami-Chan, but you always got a big imagination." You see my dad was half Japanese while my mom is American. They meant in a bar…I know weird place to meet right? Well anyway, that was my dream. But then that dream disappeared like when you wake up from a slumber. It disappear like my life itself. Ughh, I'm done writing in this stupid thing.
Goodnight,
Sept. 17
Ami
"Ugh, stupid mom." I said as I put my journal down on the nightstand by my bed. Why did she even buy this thing anyway. I mean I know we have issues with communication but she must at least know me well enough to know that this is not my type of thing. "Heh, whatever it's a good hobby I guess." I got under the covers while sleep was starting to over come me…who knows maybe it will come in handy?