Dear God,

I feel so angry and scared at the same time. Which one first: bad news or bad news? Let’s start with the bad news, shall we? I am going to lose 2 visas because of a misunderstanding at Sunsplash (sooo much fun!). I didn’t know we had to turn in our homework! I’m angry because ****** never helps me! I always help her (**a whole anecdote on how I help her…too long and personal to post**). Ok, well I love you.

P.S. Does **** like me? Oh, I guess that’s another thing to worry about!

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This entry definitely sums up all the petty problems a 6th grader would worry about. I stifled some laughter seeing just how rapidly my emotions change. (If my emotions changed that much in writing, I can’t even begin to fathom how bipolar I was in real life)